The Real and the Fake Hannah
Brandon's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the black-clad man wearing sunglasses.
The man sneered and spoke in Country W's language, his voice filled with venom. "Damn you, Country S man. If you expose this secret, the person I love will be utterly ruined… So, I had to take care of you myself to prevent any loose ends!"
Brandon clenched his fists tightly, but his consciousness began to fade rapidly.
In his final moments, his mind conjured an image of Ella's radiant smile, of her embracing him tightly…
"Ella… Ella…" he murmured.
The more unattainable she was, the deeper she was etched into his heart. His entire life had revolved around Ella—living for her, and now, dying for her.
Brandon's eyes remained wide open, his death filled with regret.