Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

Morning sunlight filtered through sheer curtains as Brooklyn stretched lazily, the scent of fresh-baked bread filling her senses.
She padded barefoot to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Alistar from behind.
"Morning."
She nuzzled against his back.
"Why are you up so early?"
Alistar turned in her arms, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"We have that photographer coming today, remember? For your bakery's promotional shots."
Right. The bakery.
Brooklyn's face lit up as she remembered. The shop they'd bought three months ago was finally ready—grand opening tomorrow.
Three months since they'd bought the place. Three months since she and Alistar had officially been together.
Three months of the happiest life she'd ever known.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Steve Wingston.
She opened it casually, but her smile froze.
[Kaiden somehow tracked down your address. But you know the Sheridan family can't leave the country due to their security clearances, so he managed to steal someone's identity and bought a plane ticket. Was supposed to fly out to you today.]
[But he underestimated the Wingstons. His war against our family finally pissed off my grandfather, who rallied every family the Sheridans ever screwed over. They compiled evidence on seven different charges—illegal detention, assault, you name it. He's looking at life in prison.]
[He fought like hell, even got on his knees begging the cops to let him see you one last time. But they dragged his ass to lockup instead.]
[You're safe now, Miss Sheridan.]
The attached news photo showed Kaiden in handcuffs, being escorted by police, his eyes wild as he stared desperately toward the departure gates.
He'd tried to come for her. Even after everything, he'd tried.
"What's wrong?"
Alistar noticed her stillness, moving closer with concern.
Brooklyn handed him the phone, surprised to find that beyond relief, she felt... nothing.
No fear. No guilt. No lingering love.
Just the quiet satisfaction of a chapter finally closing.
Alistar read quickly, then gently took her hand.
"Do you want to cancel today's shoot?"
"Why would we cancel?"
Brooklyn smiled, and it was genuine.
"Our new life is just beginning."
She stood on tiptoe to kiss his jaw.
"Let me get changed. Didn't you say something about beach photos?"
The daisies near the beach were in perfect bloom.
Brooklyn wore a soft yellow sundress, her bare feet splashing through shallow waves while Alistar captured every smile through his camera lens.
This is what happiness looks like, she thought. This is what I was running toward, not just away from.
"Brooklyn."
After the final shot, Alistar suddenly lowered his camera, nervousness flickering in his eyes.
"Can you come with me somewhere?"
He led her to a secluded area among the rocks at the beach's end.
Brooklyn gasped.
Somehow, a white floral arch had appeared, covered in cascading daisies that swayed gently in the ocean breeze.
Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Alistar, what is this..."
Before she could finish, he dropped to one knee, pulling a simple but elegant diamond ring from his pocket.
"Brooklyn Sheridan."
His voice shook with nerves, but his eyes held nothing but certainty.
"Will you—"
"YES!"
She launched herself into his arms before he could finish, tears streaming down her face.
This was what love was supposed to feel like. Safe. Chosen. Free.
Alistar fumbled with the ring, his hands shaking so badly he nearly put it on the wrong finger.
"I didn't even finish the question yet..."
His laugh was pure joy.
"I don't care what you were going to ask. The answer is yes to everything."
Brooklyn buried her face in his neck, breathing in cedar and sea salt and the promise of forever.
"I've been grateful for you since the beginning—from back home all the way to right now."
Her voice was thick with emotion.
"But somewhere along the way, gratitude became something bigger. Something that feels like it was always meant to be."
"I think I've been waiting for this moment longer than I realized."
Church bells chimed in the distance, carried on the ocean breeze.
Alistar cupped her face gently, kissing her with all the tenderness she'd never known she deserved.
That evening, Brooklyn updated the bakery's Instagram account:
[Grand opening tomorrow! Welcome to "Marry Me" bakery.]
The photo showed their silhouettes embracing against the sunset, plus a close-up of her new ring catching the light.
Comments flooded in immediately, but one stood out:
[Congratulations! This will be the sweetest spot in all of New Zealand. If I'm ever in the area, I'll definitely stop by for a taste. —Steve W.]
Brooklyn smiled as she set down her phone, watching Alistar experiment with new dessert recipes in the kitchen.
Moonlight streamed through the windows, outlining his profile in silver.
Her past was finally, truly behind her.
And her future? It stretched ahead bright with possibility, anchored by a love that had taught her the difference between obsession and devotion.
Between being possessed and being cherished.
She was no longer Brooklyn Sheridan, the broken girl who'd escaped a nightmare.
She was Brooklyn Roosevelt-to-be, a woman who'd found her way home.