All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Beatrice looks like she’s seen a ghost.Her eyes widen more than they already are, and her whole body freezes to the point I almost wonder if she’s even breathing.But then she stumbles back, as if dazed, and lets out a quiet whimper.“No!” She gasps, her one hand dropping to her throat. “No no no no no. I didn’t. I didn’t.” She shakes her head, clearly struggling to accept that the one thing that could have saved Nolan’s life, she destroyed it with her very own hands.The corner of my mouth lifts.She brings her hands in front of her eyes, shaking her head wildly. “I didn’t. I didn’t.”“Mom!” Damon’s urgent voice is enough to snap Beatrice out of her daze.She looks back at the stage

[Damon]“What do you mean you can’t hand over my brother’s body?” I ask, furious.The organizer of the event merely lowers his gaze to his tablet, taps it a few times, and turns the screen toward me.“Mr. Nolan Blackwood and the members of the Dark Knights signed a legally binding agreement prior to participating in the trial. Under the terms of that agreement, regardless of the outcome, their bodies are to be donated to science for further research.”“Are you kidding me?” Because that’s exactly how it sounds right now. “You want me to believe Nolan signed that agreement himself? Do you take me for a fool? First of all, he would never do something so stupid. And second, even if he did, he was clearly forced into it. How can you shove this agreement in my face and expect

[Elara]The moment Lucas called to tell me about Cora’s accident, I ended the call, about to tell Griffin everything, when he grabbed my arm and looked me straight in the eyes.“I’ll have my private plane ready within an hour. Pack whatever you need. We leave in half an hour.”I can only nod, tears already gathering in my eyes.Griffin gets to his feet and doesn’t waste a second calling whoever he needs to.Meanwhile, I rush to the bedroom, grab my passport from the closet drawer, and shove it deep into my handbag. I also take the flash drive from the study table containing all the information Lucas and Griffin dug up on the Blackwood family’s affairs. There’s no way I’m leaving something that important behind.Next, I grab a pair of jeans and a simple white top and quickly slip out of the black satin gown still clinging to me like a second skin. I wash my face and remove my makeup too.By the time I’m done, Griffin comes rushing into the room.“Ready?”“Yes!” I grab my handbag, and h

I don't think I heard that right.There's no way Vera would do something like that.Well... unless she was provoked.Vera's entire personality is built around the master-slave dynamic. She may look like a normal kid on the outside, but her mind has been conditioned to follow the commands of her superior.Or at least, that's what I've learned from her file so far.I jerk his hand off my shoulder, frowning. “That’s bullshit, and you know that.”“I do,” he says, not even trying to prove me wrong. Or maybe he never believed that bullshit himself in the first place. He continues, shoving his hands deep into his pants pockets. “But that changes absolutely nothing.”“Why?”“Because Vera has already confessed,” he says, and walks over to the couch, sitting on it. “She admitted pushing Cora down the stairs.”“What?” That’s even more ridiculous. “And you believe that?”“Of course not,” He says, frowning back at me. “That’s why Elara was needed here. She’s the only person who can get through Ver

For the next few hours, Lucas, Griffin, and I stay in the study, trying to figure out this whole mess.“It would have been a lot more helpful if Cora hadn’t been unconscious for this long,” Lucas says, pointing out the obvious. “She seems to be the only person who might know the truth.”Griffin crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall across the room. “What about the staff? Did no one see anything? What about the cameras then? I’m sure this whole place is packed with those things.”“Staff?” Lucas hums, rubbing his chin. “The two maids did see the whole thing go down. And according to them, it was definitely Vera who pushed Cora down the stairs.”“They saw her?” I ask, leaning on the desk.“That’s what they said, yes.”My shoulders slack a little, and my knees threaten to buckle.Could it be possible that Vera did hurt Cora? And it’s only because she’s my daughter, my own flesh and blood, that I’m wired not to find any fault in her?“I walk to talk to those maids. Wher