MasukSandra, a young bride, is stabbed and left to die in a dark alley on her wedding night, her husband Michael and best friend Annabel oblivious to her desperate fate. As her spirit lingers, she witnesses the shocking truth: Michael's affair with Annabel and his disregard for her life. With her final breath, Sandra's fate is sealed, but her spirit refuses to rest, forced to witness the devastating consequences of her husband's betrayal. Will justice be served, or will Sandra's memory be forever tainted by the cruel hand of fate?”
Lihat lebih banyakI saw my life slipping away from me as I continues to lose control of my conscious state,
Slipping in and out of my mind. The pain in my side from where the thief had stabbed me continued to throb and ache. Would I really die like this? Cold and alone in a dark alley? On my wedding night? With the last shred of my sanity, I gathered my strength and dialed the only number I had memorized. From the other end of the line came a man's voice..."Sandra, what do you want, I have given you the ground wedding, what else do you want from me?" My attacker observed my pitiful and struggling state, as blood poured from me quickly. He's aware that I'm going to die and could not pose any threat whatsoever. Unwilling to surrender just yet, I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope. My white wedding gown, drenched now in blood, summoning my last strength, I cried out, "mich, save me!" I saw the city illuminated by fireworks that were supposed to celebrate my marriage to my husband but were instead used by him in wooing another lady. I thought that by dying, I would remove the obstacle, blocking him from openly pursuing my best friend. However, when he discovered that my body played cold on the floor, he lost his sanity. My white wedding gown, drenched now in blood, summoning my last strength, I cried out, "mich, save me!" Unwilling to surrender just yet, I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope. My attacker observed my pitiful and struggling state, as blood poured from me quickly. He's aware that I'm going to die and could not pose any threat whatsoever. When I called Michael for help,he cut me off with anger, thinking I was only seeking his attention."It's enough,please stop and I'm tired of this your charade, aren't you tired? I'm fed up with it please." " Someone is trying to kill me Michael,I'm not lying."I said faintly.He scoffed" Sandra after you pretended to be sick before.what's this performance for again?.why are you desperate for attention? Annabel is your best friend,and you are Mrs Raymond now.Will you only be satisfied when she's dead?". His scornful and harmful words are comparable to the biting cold. As the blood pooled under me staining my wedding gown, I knew instantly that my end was near. With my final breath, I lay on the floor, surrendering to my fate, my voice like that of a whisper." But Annabel is safe and well, while I ... am dying slowly. " " Just die please. That way Annabel and I wouldn't be bothered by you anymore. " Then I heard a sweet voice from the other end of the phone," Michael, the fireworks are about to start".Then the call ended. Michaels voice faded away, leaving only the wind howling in my ears. The blood slipped from my fingers and fell into the water. My eyes turned red, burning tears streaming down my cheeks. Amidst the swirling snow, tiny lights began to appear in the dark sky that looked like a river of stars created by twinkling drones. The elaborate deafening burst of fireworks filled the air, and my vision was filled by their dazzling display. Michael spent close to six months preparing the fireworks for our wedding, but it had been a show to impress another lady. In the midst of Michael and Annabel's joy , my eyes closed for the last time. People do say that one may experience reincarnation after death, if truly there's life after death, I hope my path and that of Michael would never cross again. But fate had a different plan for me. When I became conscious again, I found myself under a star filled sky that was so brilliant, watching a couple locked themselves in an embrace. It was Michael,my husband,and Annabel, my best friend clung to each other's arms, about to kiss. "Please, don't do this, you can't do this, Michael, Annabel!" I tried reaching out to them, but my hand went through their bodies. I looked around,no one seemed to notice me,I looked down and saw my transparent form.then it became clear to me that I was dead and somehow my spirit ended up close to them. I felt the sharp sting of death watching them kiss so passionately. I had been with him since childhood,then not long ago, Michael had promised me that his feelings for Annabel were purely friends' love and that I was the only one he loved. As I watched them kiss, another fireworks streaked across the sky ,then suddenly Michael jolted awake, pushing Annabel aside with a sudden force. "We can't do this, Annabel" Her face still flushed,and the firelight made her more attractive and captivating.She bit her lower lips and said,"Mich,I didn't mean for any of this to happen.i just ..... can't control myself". "It's alright,I will make a call,I'm not angry " Michael gently stroked her hair. I was still watching them,as he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a number. After all this year of dedication,it amounted to nothing in the end. Beep,beep,beep... Calling me came afterthought,even thinking of me came only after his romantic encounter with Annabel.After three rings,my voice was still unheard.i was always on standby for Michael,ready to answer his call with in two rings.But I'm dead.How can a corpse answer a phone? Michael looked at Annabel, frowning."Annabel,I'm going to check on Sandra,tracking her last location." Oh,he remembered me now Before I took my last breath,I sent him my location by the lake.If he comes now,he might still find my body. I dread what the scheming attacker might do to my body since time was slipping away too fast. Annabel's small hand grasped his wrist,and looked at him with pleading eyes." Mich , please stay with me." Michael hesitated." But Sandra.... "You know she's always dramatic.Have you forgotten when she pretended to be very sick at the hospital? You had to leave everything you were doing,only to find out she was okey.Thats how Sandra is,she's always like that,the spoiled child, playing these tricks on you just to get your attention.who would dare harm Sandra?" Her words rubbed off his weary brow and eased his doubts. " I wish Sandra would just be like you" Annabel smiled and felt better." Only people who have never experienced love need to be sensible.Sandra,you can do whatever you want." He took Annabel into our room instead and didn't come to look for my wife again.i tried stopping her from entering,but she passed through my ghostly form laughing. Whether I was alive or not,it just seems impossible to stop her. She came out from the bathroom wearing my night gown.michael eyes darkened as he took her beneath the sheer fabric.watching the tension growing between them,I felt angry mixed with sorrow. "Do you know,you are putting on Sandra's clothes? Michael asked her. " I know and I also know you have longed to stop loving her.you love me, don't you?" she said, wrapping her arms around him. "Annabel,it's enough" his voice sounded cold. "What's it, after tonight you will become my best friend's husband.I'm just asking for one night, nothing much".tears streamed down her as she was sobbing looking abandoned then she said."Fine if you won't have me,I will look for someone else". "I will agree with what you say,but not this" Michael pushed her away. "Fine,I will look for someone else" "Stop this nonsense!" "If you won't have me and don't want me then I will...." Michael pulled her closed to him and into his arms,then shut her up with a kiss. MLMichael, the man I had loved for so long now,was making out with my best friend in our room. I screamed in agony,but wasn't heard by anyone. I watched them as they made love that night.By dawn Annabel nestled close to Michael with a broad smile. Michael, now regretting his action last night."Annabel,about last night...." I sneered.why is he regretting now that everything was done?it's pointless. "Michael,don't bother yourself,Sandra won't know about what happened last night and I will disappear from your life forever" "Who asked you to leave?You know.... Before he could finish,his phone rang interrupting him,then he answered the call. A voice from the other end of the phone,Mr Raymond Michael,a wedding dress was recovered from the lake side this morning.It has been identified as the one worn by your wife Sandra yesterday.please can you assist with the investigation by coming to the police station?The rain had finally stopped.Morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vivian's office, but the atmosphere inside remained heavy.walter pinned another map to the investigation board while Priya arranged several photographs beneath it.Hospital records.Project Phoenix.The wolf markHelen Brooks.Every clue seemed connected yet none of them revealed the whole picture.Vivian stood quietly, studying the board."If Project Phoenix started twenty-six years ago...,""...then Sandra's disappearance is only one chapter of a much older story."walter nodded. "Exactly.And somebody has been cleaning up evidence for decades."As they were conversing, a knock interrupted them.Maria stepped inside."Miss Vivian.""Mr. Raymond is here."walter exchanged a knowing look with Priya."He certainly likes this office."Vivian shot him a warning glance."We're working."walter raised both hands innocently."I'm only observing"Michael
Vivian hadn't slept at all.The events of the warehouse constantly replayed in her mind every time she closed her eyes.The explosion.The burning debris.Michael refusing to let go of her hand.She rubbed her temples and stared at the pile of files covering her desk. None of them held the answers she needed.A soft knock sounded on the office door.Maria stepped inside."Miss Vivian.""What is it?""Mr. Raymond is here."Vivian looked up sharply."Michael?"Maria nodded."He insists on seeing you."Vivian frowned at the request."What does he want now?""He didnt say."She leaned back in her chair and sighed."Let him in."A few seconds later, Michael walked into the office. He looked exhausted. His usually perfect suit was wrinkled, and dark circles rested beneath his eyes. Neither of them spoke immediately. They simply stared at each other. Finally, Vivian broke the silence."I thought you preferred sending bodyguards instead of coming yo
The Raymond Mansion had never felt this cold. Michael parked his car in the driveway and sat behind the wheel for several minutes. The words from the burned document echoed in his mind.Bloodline Replacement Protocol.Twenty-six years ago.The warehouse.The explosion.The warning call.None of it made any sense anymore.But one thing, however, was becoming painfully clear.Someone inside his family knew far more than they admitted. Michael stepped out of the car and entered the mansion.The butler greeted him with a respectful bow."Welcome home, Young Master.""Where is Grandfather?""In the study, sir."Michael didn't bother removing his coat.He walked straight toward the old wooden doors.Before he could knock, he heard voices coming from the inside."...he's asking too many questions."The voice belonged to his grandfather.Another older man replied,"He was always going to find out."Michael's hand froze on the doorknob."Find what out
The silence inside the penthouse was almost unbearable. No one spoke from the moment Vivian stepped through the front door. Maria quietly helped her out of the soot-stained coat before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare hot tea. Walter remained near the balcony, his phone pressed against his ear as he issued one order after another."Double the security.""No one enters this building without my approval.""And find Helen Brooks.""I don't care how."He ended the call and looked toward Vivian. She stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the city lights. From the outside, she looked calm but on the inside...,She was anything but. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the collapsing warehouse. Michael's hand reaching for hers.His voice. "I'm not losing you too."The words refused to leave her mind. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to chase away a chill that had nothing to do with the night air.Maria walked over, placing a st
I intended to cause them pain before dismissing myself from their lives and cutting ties with them completely.Everything seemed to be going as planned,but I hadn't anticipated that Michael would leave me at the wedding that early and that Annabel wouldn't be at the wedding.I had to hold on to my p
I glared at him with disdain. Did he remember what I said when I called him? I was asking for help. Why didn't he come to rescue me? And now he was acting like this panicking, was he trying to deceive?"It's impossible , it can't happen, Annabel immediately dismissed the suggestion." If Sandra h
After more than ten years together, could I really be easily forgotten ? Would he even feel sad upon hearing of my death? I couldn't help but wonder after hearing the police officer's voice. Michael's face showed no sign of concern. He asked. "Is it just a wedding dress?" "Yes, for now it's just
I saw my life slipping away from me as I continues to lose control of my conscious state, Slipping in and out of my mind. The pain in my side from where the thief had stabbed me continued to throb and ache. Would I really die like this? Cold and alone in a dark alley? On my wedding night? With












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