Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 47 - Caught

The air was thick with tension, the weight of Julian's revelation pressing down upon us like a suffocating blanket. He held the damning phone in his hand, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in our moment of vulnerability.

"Well?" he prompted, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Aren't you going to explain yourselves?"

My mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. Denial was futile – Julian had caught us red-handed, and any attempt to lie would only make matters worse.

But before I could formulate a response, Rosey stepped forward, her chin held high and her eyes blazing with defiance.

"It was me," she declared, her voice steady and unwavering. "I took the phone, I gathered the evidence. Y/N had nothing to do with it."

My heart plummeted as the weight of her words sank in. "Rosey, no!" I cried, reaching out to her in a futile attempt to stop her from sacrificing herself.

But Rosey merely shook her head, her gaze never wavering from Julian's. "Don't try to protect me, Y/N. This is my doing, and I'll face the consequences."

Julian's eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "How noble of you," he drawled, his tone dripping with disdain. "But you'll forgive me if I don't quite believe your little tale."

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the phone to Rosey, who caught it deftly. "Go ahead, then. Wipe it clean. Erase every last shred of evidence you've gathered."

Rosey's eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross her features. But then, her resolve hardened, and she turned to face me, her expression one of grim determination.

"Don't try to stop me, Y/N," she said, her voice low but firm. "This is the only way."

Before I could protest, she had already begun the process of wiping the phone, her fingers flying across the screen with practiced ease. With each tap, each swipe, I felt a piece of our hard-won evidence slipping away, our hopes of exposing the Windsors' secrets crumbling before my very eyes.

"Rosey, please!" I begged, tears stinging my eyes. "Don't do this!"

But it was too late. With a final tap, the phone's screen went dark, its contents erased, our lifeline to the truth severed.

Julian let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Well, well, it seems your little rebellion has been quashed."

Rosey tossed the now-useless phone at his feet, her expression one of defiant resignation. "Go ahead, do your worst," she spat. "I'm not afraid of you or your twisted family."

Julian's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. "Oh, my dear, you should be."

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned two burly men, their faces impassive masks of stone. "Take her away," he ordered, his voice laced with venom. "And make sure she understands the consequences of her actions."

As the men seized Rosey, dragging her towards the door, I felt a surge of panic rise within me. "No! Rosey!" I cried, struggling against Julian's iron grip as he held me back.

Rosey turned to face me, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and resolve. "Don't give up, Y/N," she called out, her voice echoing down the hallway. "Keep fighting, for Victoria, for all of us!"

And then, she was gone, swallowed by the darkness of the mansion's depths, her fate uncertain and terrifying.

Julian released me, and I crumpled to the floor, my body wracked with sobs. Rosey, my ally, my friend, had sacrificed everything to protect me, to keep our mission alive.

As the weight of her actions settled upon me, I felt a newfound sense of determination take root. Rosey had given me a second chance, a chance to continue the fight, to unravel the Windsors' web of lies and bring them to justice.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, my eyes burning with a fierce resolve. Julian watched me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his gaze.

"This isn't over," I vowed, my voice low and dangerous. "You may have won this battle, but the war has only just begun."

Julian's lips curved into a cold smile. "We'll see about that, my dear. We'll see."

As the chapter drew to a close, the weight of Rosey's sacrifice hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the price we had paid in our quest for the truth. But even as grief threatened to consume me, I clung to the ember of hope that burned within my soul.