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Chapter 4

ผู้เขียน: Unbridled Wild Dog
Separated by that heavy slab of wood, my desperate plea never reached Celia's ears.

"Don't worry, Elliot," she murmured. "Seven days will fly by. Next week, I'm going to dig you up myself, and then you can live happily ever after abroad."

It was the voice I knew better than anyone's, so soft and beautiful, yet hearing it now made my stomach wrench in terror.

Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't even lift a hand to wipe them away.

Celia, why would you do this to me?

I would've rather you
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  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 10

    Wyatt was caught between hysterical tears and manic laughter, looking completely unhinged as he glared at Celia."You can call me cold-blooded all you want, Celia, but you're the last person on earth who gets to point fingers!" he yelled. "You started this. If you hadn't been pulling the strings from day one, none of us would be in this situation."Let me tell you a little secret. The day we screwed right on top of Elliot's casket, he was awake and heard every second of it. He heard the woman who swore she loved him talk about how much he disgusted her, while she threw herself at his older brother!"Celia's face drained of color, and a blood-curdling shriek tore out of her throat. "Shut up! Shut up, please! Don't say another word!"I watched it unfold with indifference, and my spirit felt entirely drained.Why was I still stuck here, forced to witness their theatrics when I was already dead?Honestly, I kind of wished these two sociopaths would just stay together forever. They

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 9

    "I made a terrible mistake. I did something unforgivable."Celia curled into a pathetic ball on the floor as she started to violently dry-heave."Elliot… I killed our baby. I killed you. If you can hear me, make me pay for it. I won't fight you. I won't complain!"I scoffed.I was a ghost, but I didn't have the power to hurt anyone. Otherwise, I would've dragged her down to hell without a second thought.Her assistant spoke with caution."Ms. Ashford, someone else was responsible for Mr. Elliot's death. I've already looked into it. The only person who touched the drug was Mr. Wyatt. "The security footage also shows that on the day Mr. Elliot was buried, Mr. Wyatt had opened the casket. It looks like he said something to Mr. Elliot, and then he removed the food you packed inside."Celia's head snapped up.Her bloodshot eyes stared into the distance, her voice dropping to a bone-chilling whisper. "Wyatt… it was you!"It didn't take long for Wyatt to be dragged before Celia.T

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 8

    When we returned to the cemetery, it felt as if an invisible hand had closed around my heart.I was only a spirit, yet I still felt like I was suffocating, my skin breaking into a cold sweat as my spirit began to flicker.Being buried alive had to be the absolute worst form of torture.The plot was a total disaster area, my casket having been violently pried open.The inside was covered in human waste, but even that couldn't hide the countless scratches covering the wooden walls.And those were the proof of my fight to stay alive.The sheer brutality of the scene was so overwhelming that Celia could only stand there in a daze.What had she done?She couldn't seem to believe what she was seeing.She had buried me alive for seven whole days. There had been no food and no water, only a narrow casket where I had been forced to curl up in the dark.I had always been terrified of the dark, and I had claustrophobia, too. How desperate must I have been in those final moments?I had

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 7

    Before long, the Ashford family's security rushed in, restrained Emilia, and hauled her away.Celia's face was bruised from the fight, but she didn't seem to feel it at all.She stumbled toward my body, pulling me into her arms and muttering to herself, "Elliot isn't dead. Get a doctor. Someone call a doctor right now! Why hasn't the drug worn off yet?"While they waited for the doctor, Wyatt approached her with caution, his voice dropping to a soft, comforting whisper."Celia, Elliot is gone. I'm completely heartbroken, too. If only we had gone to dig him up a little sooner… But what's done is done, and we have to focus on the future. Honestly, this actually makes our plan foolproof. Dead men can't talk."But we have to act fast before the rest of the Mercer family catches wind of this. We need to shut Emilia up for good. We'll tell the press she's completely lost her mind from grief and dug up her husband's grave."If my dad finds out about any of this, I'm finished. Celia, you

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 6

    The wedding venue erupted into chaos."Is Emilia out of her mind? The man's already dead, and she still went to dig him up? That's straight out of a horror movie.""She practically beat Elliot to a pulp every single day he was alive. What, is she planning to keep swinging at him now that he's dead?""Wait, did that guy just say he actually died? What does that mean? Was he still alive when they put him under?"The sudden turn of events sent the guests into a frenzy.Celia stood there for a moment, stunned, before her brows drew together. "What are you talking about? Elliot was already dead when he was buried," she muttered.I sneered.Even now, Celia was still playing her part to perfection. After all, if the truth came out, Wyatt would lose his shot at becoming the heir of the Mercer family.The messenger, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead, stammered, "I-It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! Emilia dug Mr. Elliot right out of the ground, and the body was already d

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 5

    Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day.Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers.The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling.I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.My soul rose out of my body and drifted up through the earth.For a brief moment, I thought I was finally free, but an invisible force quickly tethered me to Celia's side.I watched with detached, icy eyes as she helped Wyatt pick out his wedding tux."Wyatt, our wedding is just two days away," she said. "It's such a shame. I really wanted Elliot to be there to witness it."She wrapped her arms around Wyatt's neck, a slight frown marring her face as she continued, "Now that I think about it, Elliot should be awake by now. I wonder if the sup

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 2

    No one could hear the way I was screaming inside my own head, and the only answer I got was Celia's cold voice."Wyatt, you're still way too soft," she said. "We've been planning this for months just to get to this exact point. We can't let it all fall apart now."Did you forget how Elliot took ev

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 1

    In the darkness, a suffocating weight crashed down on me, sending sharp, agonizing pains radiating through my chest.It all made sense now.Celia Ashford had been the one who told my wife, Emilia Sinclair, to abuse me, only to pursue me herself and woo me into giving up everything and faking my de

  • Dying in a Coffin of Fake Love   Chapter 3

    The sudden light made my eyes sting, and when my vision finally cleared, Wyatt's handsome but subtly twisted face was the first thing I saw.His cheeks were still flushed, and his clothes were a wrinkled mess—the dead giveaway of what he and Celia had just been up to.I looked at him pleadingly, h

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