What Happens At The End Of 'Lazarus'?

Olivia Fordham was married to Ethan Miller for three years, but that time could not compare with the ten years he spent loving his first love, Marina Carlton. On the day that she gets diagnosed with stomach cancer, Ethan happens to be accompanying Marina to her children's health check-up. She doesn't make any kind of fuss, only leaving quietly with the divorce agreement. However, this attracts an even more fervent retribution. It seems Ethan only ever married Olivia to take revenge for what happened to his little sister. While Olivia is plagued by her sickness, he holds her chin and says coldly, "This is what your family owes me." Now, she has no family and no future. Her father becomes comatose after a car accident, leaving her with nothing to live for. Thus, she hurls herself from a building. "The life my family owes will now be repaid." At this, Ethan, who's usually calm, panics while begging for Olivia to come back as if he's in a state of frenzy …

Five years ago, I died. At least, that’s what the Alpha believed. The night I vanished, I left behind the only man I had ever loved, carrying a secret that could destroy an entire pack. I traded my heart for my son’s life and disappeared into the human world, where every day became a fight to survive. Now my little boy is dying. One desperate night, I agree to wear a stranger’s mask and dance for wealthy men to pay for his surgery. Instead, I walk straight into the arms of my past. Ronan Blackwood. My stepbrother. My first love. The ruthless Alpha who buried me five years ago. He recognizes me instantly. This time, he refuses to let me run. Dragged back to the pack, I’m locked inside the villa where we once whispered forever to each other. The same hands that once protected me now cage me, and the man who once swore to love me vows to make me pay for every year he believes I stole from him. He thinks my son belongs to another man. He has no idea the child carries his blood. As old desires ignite beneath years of hatred, dangerous secrets begin to unravel. Every lie brings us closer to a truth powerful enough to start a war, while the chemistry neither of us can escape threatens to consume us long before our enemies do. He calls me his prisoner. The pack calls me the dead Luna. But when the Alpha discovers the truth I’ve bled to protect, he’ll have to choose between vengeance… or the family he never knew was his.

I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years. The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else. The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again." The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic. When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing. At the hospital, my foster brother stood beside my bed with a sinister smile. "So you actually managed to survive. But that's fine. I have plenty of ways to kill you and make sure you never make it home." After saying that, he smashed the bowl of porridge onto the floor, then deliberately fell onto the shattered glass as he cried out loudly, "Bobby, if you hate me that much, I'll leave! Please, just let me go!" My mother and Casey happened to walk in at that exact moment. Casey immediately rushed over to help Roger up. My mother, meanwhile, slapped me hard across the face. "You'll never change, huh? If Roger's hand is ruined because of you and he can't play the piano anymore, I'd rather see you dead in this hospital bed." Obediently, I walked toward the window and jumped. The harsh, sharp-tongued woman who had always been my mother—and Casey as well—went completely pale with fear. I happened to crash onto my father's car. Trembling, he threw open the door and shouted for the medical staff. My consciousness gradually faded. Then, a system suddenly appeared and said, "Congratulations, Host. You have completed ninety-nine tragic storylines. Finish this final one, and you will be able to return to your original world and revive your younger sister."

Lucien sent me onto the transplant table with his own hands to save the foster sister he treasured most. “Elara, this is what you owe Sylvie.” “Give her your kidney, and I’ll let you remain the Luna of this pack.” He did not know that five years ago, when the northern wolf keep caught fire, the one who carried him out of the flames had never been Sylvie. It had been me. He knew even less that I had long since reached the final stage of soul-wolf collapse. I had only forty-eight hours left. This kidney was the last thing keeping me alive. On the day of the operation, he stood outside Sylvie’s healing chamber, speaking to her softly and refusing to leave her side. Meanwhile, in the transplant room next door, my heart stopped. When news of my death reached him, he only sneered and called it another one of my tricks. Not until much later did he unfold the blood-soaked rescue record from the northern fire and see the photograph attached to it. Mine. Alpha, your Luna left one final message before she died. “She says this life is returned to you.” “In the next one, may you never meet again.” So why are you losing your mind now, Lucien? Isn’t this exactly the ending you wanted?

Lever Winchester must protect his girlfriend from his father's enemies. Despite having no interest in his father's business, Lever is forced to seek revenge for his father's death. As he delves deeper into his father's past, he uncovers shocking secrets that threaten to destroy everything he knows. Will Lever be able to protect his loved ones and come out unscathed, or will he suffer the same fate as his father? Discover the thrilling tale of love, loss, and retribution in "The Last Winchester".

The day they told me it was terminal, my girlfriend showed up in a wedding dress and got down on her knees beside my hospital bed to propose. She said, "Even if you've only got three months, I want to be your wife for those three months." The video did millions of views, and she became the most devoted girlfriend the internet had ever seen. But I knew I didn't have long, and I couldn't stand to drag her down with me. So I quietly stopped every drug keeping me alive and signed everything I owned over to her. I passed out from the pain most nights, my skin broke open and wept, and I swallowed all of it. All I wanted was for the rest of her life to be easy. Then, the night I signed the last of the transfer papers, half conscious, I heard my parents crying outside the room. "I know we wanted him to learn, but this drug is destroying him." My mother could barely get it out. She'd found the bloody tissues I'd hidden in my bedding too many times. And my fiancee, Vivienne Whitfield, said coldly, "If it doesn't hurt, he'll never agree to let Connor come home. "So we told him he had cancer and put him through chemo. Once Connor's back, the Whitfields can keep Gabriel for the rest of his life, even if he never walks again." Connor was the fake heir, the boy swapped for me all those years ago. My one condition for coming home had been that he leave. Off the antidote, my lungs kicked up another clot of blood. What none of them knew was simple. I didn't have much time left to keep playing this out with them.