Chapter One Hundred And Thirty-Three

♕—Delilah

The whole nation was overcome with sorrow upon his passing. There remained so many unanswered questions about the cause of the fire. While it was widely suspected by the people that the Cosa Nostra may have had something to do with it, nobody had the audacity to say so out loud. Everyone was too terror-stricken at the thought that their voices could be the next to be silenced.

The police and forensic scientist only found Alexander's and all the other soldiers' bones, nothing could be proven, and all the evidence has also been burnt.

They tried to put back his skeleton in the most perfect way they could to give him a funeral because no one knew what kind of monster he was behind closed doors. He didn't deserve sympathy or respect but the world is unfair and all this respect felt like a disrespect to all his dead wives' memory. He deserved to be known as what he was, a psychopathic murderer.

It had been two weeks since Alexander's death, and there still hadn't been any word