Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 562

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 552 imagine It All Never Happened. (Beatrice Dismay)

I was looking around like crazy, also anticipating seeing Akin alive again. My body was much weaker than ever. But still enough to

knock down whoever tried to come close to me.

However, from the looks of it, the people from hell looked distracted.

Just the way people are when their King dies.

I finally made my way to the servant quarters, as Ace felt a weird energy from there.

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I had no idea what I was going to find there until I heard Zane’s voice. “Stop laughing at me,” he yelled, making my heart skip a

beat.

He didn’t sound normal. I made my way into the room in haste and gasped at the sight of Zane holding a dagger over Evelyn.

“Zane, no!” As soon as I shouted, he turned around and looked at me. “Beatrice!” he said my name, and then all the expressions

washed over his face.

“Ah, Beatrice!” he let out a deep sigh before starting to tear up.

“Look! Please put it down. She is just a child,” I insisted, getting anxious over the dagger.

“But then I’ll lose,” he uttered, “I have already lost her,” as he broke down. I felt goosebumps cover my skin.

“Maura ended her life,” the revelation even took me by surprise.

I covered my mouth with my hands and closed my eyes to let the tears fall freely.

“Now, I don’t have anything left but to cause the chaos that I loved soooo much,” he cried. I could tell he was finally regretting the

decisions he had made over the years.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it again. He was over here, holding the dagger over an infant whose mother he killed a few

weeks ago as well.

“Zane! But that doesn’t mean you have to go this far. Look at her face. Doesn’t she remind you of Maddox?” I said, trying to take a

step closer to him.

“So, she has to die,” he didn’t want to understand anything. He was shaking miserably. I’m sure now that Muara is dead, he

wouldn’t be able to win against us either.

“Look! Look at me,” I demanded, and he raised his head to look my way. “I think you need love,” I was taking slow and steady

steps near him.

His posture shook when he heard that from me.

“But who will love me now? I’m just so flawed,” he whimpered like a child, making me remember all the good times with him.

“Why didn’t anybody stop me from becoming this evil? Why did she feed me a child?” He broke down in tears, but the dagger was

still hanging over Evelyn.

“You can still be a better person,” I mumbled. “I’ll give you love,” my words made him suddenly stop crying. Even his hands

shook. I could tell he was getting affected.

“All you need to do is just give me that dagger and surrender,” I pulled my hand out for him and watched him stare at it. “No! I

know you will not love me,” he murmured, shaking his head.

“You don’t trust me, Zane?” I asked, watching him melt at the soft tone I was using.

He stared at my hand and then steadily placed the dagger in it, rushing into my arms.

“I didn’t want to be an evil person, but I was evil. I didn’t have a choice, like you all. I wish I could go back in time and be a better

person,” he began wailing while hugging me.

“I was not a bad person before; you remember it, right?” He kept talking, and I kept tearing up.

“You can still be. All you need to do is let me grab Evelyn and walk out of here with her,” I was making sure I didn’t trigger him and

get him angry, but I guess he was indeed too far gone.

“No! She has to die,” he repeated himself, and as he tried to pull away, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

“Ah!” A little yelp from his l*ips was a sign that I hit the right spot.

I pulled back and let the dagger get stuck in his chest. He lowered his head and then stared at my face, looking stunned.

“Isn’t it lovely?” He uttered, steadily dropping on his knees, “This one over here was the reason behind my craze for you, and you

stabbed it today,” he pointed at his heart, gurgling blood and shaking.

“You have ruined everything, Zane. There was no stopping you,” I said as I watched him get on his fours and cough blood.

“I know,” he answered, and the way he calmly raised his head sent shivers down my spine.

“I didn’t want to ki—ll her. After you hugged me, I didn’t wa–nt to kill her,” he stated confidently, making me frown at his statement.

“But you–,” before I could speak up, he interrupted.

“I knew you would never accept me. I knew I had lost the war. But I wanted the one to kill me to be you! You were the reason I

decided to embrace darkness. I wanted to be better than my brother’s. So, it should be you—with my blood on your hands,” he

smiled, making me realize that even in his last moments, he played me.

He just didn’t want to leave without causing distress.

“Ah! It’s finally so calm,” he said, lying down on the floor with his arms spread and smiling, looking at the ceiling.

“I have to go to sleep now because my brothers will wake me up early to find. Maddox. He leaves the house to do drugs—we must

find him and bring him hommmmeee-,” his eyes stuck to one spot before he took his last breath.

I stepped back and then hugged myself, watching his dead body lying there.

No more taunts.

No more mockery.

He wasn’t smirking anymore.

He wasn’t making threats.

He was finally dead, and I had killed him.

As I began to take steps backward, I bumped into someone.

“Beatrice!” Akin’s soft voice while Helel rushed past me to carry his daughter shook me back from the terrorizing memory of Zane

taking his last breaths.

I turned and hugged Akin without even uttering a word.