After I Play Dead My Four Moms Break Novels & Stories

Lying there on the floor, I buried my face in my hands and laughed. At first, Mom thought I'd finally lost my mind. But as my laughter grew louder, her expression shifted. "W-Why are you laughing?" she asked. I lifted my head. There wasn't a trace of sadness on my face anymore. "You didn't seriously think I'd let you smear me over and over without fighting back, did you?" She froze. "What are you talking about?" I called out toward the door, "Honey, you can come back now."

Not a flicker of life remained. Matteo's pupils widened, disbelief etched on his face. "Camilla?" he whispered. But there was no answer. He stepped forward in a hurry and touched my cheek with trembling hands. "No… No, no…" he murmured. Then he grabbed me, dragging my limp body into his arms. "Camilla! Wake up! I command you to wake!" But I didn't move. Valeri said in a low voice, "She's been dead for hours. The drug triggered multiple organ failure. There was nothing—"

Dad fiddled with the bone sculpture in his hand, and for once, he made a call to me. The call didn't go through. He cursed me for being ungrateful, then sent a text. Among the string of insults, the last line stood out. "Your mom's birthday is in two days. If you're going to play dead, don't bother coming back for the rest of your life." Then I wouldn't go back. She was never my mother. Mary looked worried. "Mr. Wade, could something have happened to Ms. Wade? It's been over 48 hours already. Maybe we should call the police."

“Moan like the slut you are. Just like your mom did. Wonder if you’ll learn to love the whip like she almost did.” Cassie didn’t hear the rest so much as feel it; each syllable another punch to a body already bruised black and blue on the inside. Your mom’s dead. Your mom’s dead. Your mom’s dead. She fixed her eyes on the lightning-bolt crack in the ceiling plaster and wondered if hearts could actually split open the same way. Adrian loved an audience, even when the audience was catatonic. Talking was part of the power.

His father said coldly, “If you hadn’t spoiled him, would he make such a terrible mistake? If you dare to help him again, you can leave this family with him!” After that, he walked out and slammed the door behind them. Fred’s mother was about to say something when he said calmly, “Mom, I’m tired. Can you give me some space?” She was hesitant to leave. When she left the ward, she heard a loud thud from the inside. Someone then yelled, “Someone has jumped off the building!” Fred’s mother rushed back into the ward with wobbly legs. She saw an empty hospital bed. She rushed to the window to look down and saw Fred lying on the cold, hard ground…

My fingers dug into the bedsheets as a tidal wave of pain crashed over me, radiating from my belly. Cold sweat soaked through my nightgown in an instant. I could feel our pup's life force fading away. I reached out desperately to Asher through our mate bond. "Asher! I need you to get me to the medical center, now!" The sound of loud music and children's laughter echoed from his end of the link. The cheerful tune of a birthday song was a razor blade against my nerves.

I looked at the sealed door, and the last shred of hope inside me suffocated along with the air. So, in my mother's heart, my life was worth less than a glass of wine. She would rather seal me in a tomb than take one look to see if I was dead inside. Now, I was well and truly trapped. The stench of my own decay grew stronger and stronger. Don't worry, Mom. I'll never bother you again.

I couldn't make out everything she was saying, but then her voice suddenly became clear. “You have less than Two months to find Richard, I can't keep staying here in fear.” My hand froze. I slowly looked up at her. could she really be talking about my father, Richard. But that was impossible because my dad was dead There were countless people named Richard in the world. But why do I feel like she was talking about him. Vivian ended the call and slipped her phone into her pocket. I quickly lowered my head before she could notice my reaction. But my mind was already racing.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.