After I Died A Tycoon Went Crazy Novels & Stories

“Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.” I stopped, my hand drifting to my still-flat stomach. “And my baby comes first. Whatever you arrange, my child stays safe.” There was only the briefest pause. “Three million dollars,” she said. “And it can be done.” I didn’t hesitate. A divorce hadn’t been enough to free me from a man like Luca Moretti. So this time, I would use death. And I would not give him another chance to beg, explain, or drag me back into his world.

My Alpha mate didn’t know that I was dying. He was busy taking care of his childhood sweetheart who had just returned to the pack. I didn’t complain and continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. But after I passed away, he went crazy after reading the journal I left behind. …… Standing at the hospital entrance with that thin diagnosis paper in my hand, I wanted to call Derek. I opened and closed his contact page several times. Then his call came through first. His voice was characteristically deep and cool, but softened when he said my name:

Grace's hands trembled around her teacup. "It wasn't an accident," she said. "Eleanor found me again, decades later. She said too much time had passed, that keeping me alive was becoming a liability. Your father died in that crash. I was supposed to die too. Someone pulled me from the wreckage before it caught fire completely, someone Eleanor hadn't accounted for. I woke up in a hospital under a fake name, terrified, and made the hardest decision of my life." "You let us believe you were dead," Sophie said, grief and anger tangled together in her voice.

Adam says she’s mended up enough to leave, I am just not quite ready for our little bubble to burst. After dinner on Friday and Maddie has left, Rose and I are settling in and watching the late-night news. That’s when shit hits the fan. “Now, in local news, billionaire security tycoon, Tyson Evans is presumed dead after a bombing at his downtown corporate office in the early hours LAST Tuesday morning. Sources say he was rushed to a local hospital for medical care and has been conspicuously absent for the last 11 days. At this time, hospital administration and Evans Enterprises representatives have refused to make a statement regarding his status. We will keep you posted as the story unfolds

It felt as though everything was crumbling into chaos. Tyler's heart sank as he surveyed the dire situation. He knew everyone was doing their best, but the beast outside was far too powerful—beyond what ordinary people could endure. "Hold the line! We must hold out until Sir Adrian awakens! Only then will we have a sliver of hope for survival!" Tyler roared, his voice laced with urgency. "Do you want to die?!" His eyes burned with determination. As a seasoned general, Tyler understood the stakes. If Adrian couldn't complete his breakthrough, their fate would be sealed. Death would be inevitable.

"Gaben Sun, what are you doing? My son is dead because of you. I'm going to kill you and let you accompany my son in death!" "No way! Wait, Tyrel! Let's talk this out. What did you just say? How did your son die? We attended the auction together last night and sold many goods. I only took a third of the money and left him the rest as pocket money." "Stop talking nonsense! Just you wait!" Crack! After speaking, Tyrel smashed the phone on the ground. Then he got into the car and headed straight to Gaben's residence. Green View Gardens, villa area.

“He’s dead? How? When? I can’t believe he’s dead. Are we sure?” Rose sat at the table in a very crowded dining room. Ty called everyone together to explain the current situation to them and how things were changing for everyone. “They sent my uncle photos, and you don’t want to see them. But there’s no way he’d let those pictures be taken if he were alive.” It disgusted Ty seeing them himself. The man lay crumpled on the floor, face down in a puddle of vomit. His pants were crumpled about his ankles and his white ass was on display for all to see. Clearly, he’d been entertaining himself when the poison took effect. Ty felt the undignified way of dying was appropriate for the way the man live

For one Vanya looks horrified with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “What’s going on?” I ask, once I’m close enough. “Did someone die?” I joke. No one smiles. “Yes. Tyler.” Vanya says. I scoff. “You wish.” Their faces remain serious. “Wait what?” “He died.” Tony clears his throat. “He took his own life. Last night.” The world stops. It’s like I’m shoved from a high building. Suspended in air. “No. Wait. That can’t be right.” I look at Vanya and her eyes are wet. She shouldn’t be crying. She hated him. She said he was a douche bag.

He seemed to be pacing when I walked in. “I have to tell you something”, I said, walking towards him. He turned around and looked at me with his brows raised. “Tyler is dead”, I said.

His deadpan expression quickly turned into a perplexed one as he stared as his hands, probably wondering where I had gotten my strength from. “You might have been able to bully and abuse me in the past but that Rebecca is dead Tyler. She died in that car accident and this Rebecca won't stand by and be toyed with by the likes of you.” I boldly voiced out my intentions after coughing a bit to steady my breathing and waited for Tyler's response but what I was expecting didn't happen. I was expecting him to throw a tantrum since he obviously had a bad temper but instead he just smirked and took some steps backwards.