How Does Amber Freeman Die In Ghostface?

An abused little girl whose life has been too hard on her, but that won't last for long. A little brat but not for long either, there would be someone to tame her. She never thought she could be her authentic self, a little, brat, someone to be loved until him, who could fall for her? A hacker, a mafia member, a part of the family But he's also a daddy, her brother's best friend, and he's not someone to be messed with, and he wants her to be his, with all her traumas and trust issues. This is their story.

The Beautiful 24 years old Amber Curt was always an easy target cause of her kind nature, often misused by people who like to extort others, her life has never been easy, raised by a father who drinks with all his money and never paid much attention to his two daughter, Amber and Anna usually fend for themselves but even Anna made life difficult for Amber when she became addicted to gambling and would often bring thousands of debt home for her to clear, Amber needed a more stable and better paying job if she was to survive, she got an interview at Son's empire through her friend’s help and got the job where she met..... Todd Anderson, 30years old father of one, a widower, 5ft 3inches tall, multimillionaire and CEO of Son's empire, he appears cold to the world but is warm and caring to his 2 years old daughter Carrie, he lost his wife to an accident and has remained single since but he has made up his mind to find and bring to justice the person responsible for his wife’s death.

When Joy Staton, my adoptive sister, fainted in the freezer on her birthday, William Staton, my brother, checked on the security footage in rage. The moment he saw that I was the one who took Joy into the freezer, he kicked me inside without hesitation. Before shutting the door, he stared at me in disgust. “You’ve been pushing your luck a lot these days, huh? If I’d been a second too late, Joy would’ve died!” I wanted to defend myself, but William refused to listen and slammed the door shut. I heard him talking to the bodyguards outside. “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out!” But he did not know that Joy had set the freezer to –58 °F. I did not even have the strength to complain about the freezer being cold. William did not know that the sister he once loved dearly had stopped breathing in the freezer. He had killed his only blood relative left in the world.

Amber lived a miserable life as the King's concubine. The king despised her while the queen envied her because of her beauty. The king thought she was just a scheming bitch while the queen felt insecure with her presence. The queen poisoned her bringing about her early demise and the king simply turned a blind eye to her death. Luckily, life gave her a second chance and she promised to live a free life. She wasn't even interested in revenge but the future had a different plan for her.

Amara has the life she was supposed to want — a handsome husband, a close family, a future that looks perfect from the outside. What she doesn't know is that the man she married has already decided what she is worth, and it is considerably less than she believes. When she discovers Antonio in bed with her sister Sasha, she gives him the only answer she has left — divorce. He gives her the only answer he has — a push down the stairs She dies. Hours later, he is holding her mother while she weeps. Trapped between worlds, invisible and unheard, Amara watches her own mourning and sees Antonio's performance for exactly what it is. Before she can be taken home, her spirit guide appears with a simple message — *it is time.* But Amara has one request. She has never asked for anything in her life. She is asking now. Send her back. Her spirit guide agrees, but the terms are non-negotiable. Three hundred and sixty five days, not a single one more, and a price she agrees to without fully understanding what it will cost her. She wakes up on March 19, 2019 — six years in the past, the morning of her own surprise engagement party. Antonio is bringing her breakfast in bed. The ring is still in his pocket. And Amara is the only person alive who knows exactly how the story ends. She came back for revenge. But Antonio is charming and calculating in equal measure, Sasha is warm and guilty and impossible to hate cleanly, and Jason — the man she walked away from long before any of this began — is a wound she packed away and called healed without ever checking whether it was. The clock is running. And she is already behind.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest friends teasing her. "Emmy, how much longer are you planning to keep up this fake-death act?" A familiar voice answered, one I could never mistake, that was tinged with indulgence and amusement. "As soon as Corbin Ellery's heart condition is cured. Back then, if Grayson hadn't insisted on sending the butler to the destruction plant, Corbin wouldn't have needed to pretend his system malfunctioned. And I wouldn't have had to fake my death to help him disappear completely." Another friend clicked her tongue. "Still, nobody expected you to go this far. Having Corbin wear a custom synthetic skin suit and pose as a robot butler right under your husband's nose all those years? That's insane." Fake death? Corbin? The blood drained from my face. The woman I had mourned for five years was alive. And the robot that had stirred her desire had never been a robot at all. It was my closest friend. A passing server accidentally slammed into me, sending a tray crashing to the floor. The conversation inside stopped instantly. Emmy turned toward the doorway, and our eyes met.