Afton Family Deaths Novels & Stories

Detective Ramirez accepted the file, his expression grim as he flipped through the pages. Lillian and Mr. Alfred exchanged puzzled looks, uncertainty clouding their features. "I'm sorry to say this, but it seems your family has been the target of a deliberate attack," Detective Ramirez said finally, his voice solemn. Lillian's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Detective Ramirez took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Lillian and Mr. Alfred. "All the incidents involving your family members—Maya's accident, and now your Mrs Alfred's death—they all share a common thread," he explained, his voice steady.

Even a bitter taste settles in his mouth… maybe it's just a big coincidence… a big paranoia. “I know what you're thinking, but that's not the only weird thing. One by one, misfortunes began to befall the Madsen family members. Four months ago, the eldest son was involved in a car accident. Besides him, his wife and three children also died. A short time later, the family's second son was found dead in his room — suicide. Despite the letter saying that the death of his brother and nephews was the final drop, Frederik did not believe that his son had taken his own life. I did a bit of investigating out of sheer curiosity myself and learned that the old man had been pretty paranoid the last few

he spat out, the words sounding like they had been dragged through gravel. He was remembering the exact date the old guard executed his family. The night the Ashford soldiers liquidated the lower-ring resistances. His brother Edgar had died with a lead pipe in his hands, trying to shield his twin sister Rora from the death squads, while her body was discovered in a warehouse alley pool of gasoline. My father’s enforcers hadn't just murdered them; they had treated their remains like industrial waste, throwing them into the scrap fires to erase any trace of the old neighborhood leaders. The rumors on the street claimed their ashes had been dumped into the mountain landfills or left for the rat

There's no way someone could suffocate in there! "Then, tell me!" Grandma roared. "How the hell did my poor Flynn die?" Mom and Dad retraced the events in their minds, and finally, their gaze landed on Felix, whose face had gone pale. They both questioned at once. "Didn't you say an allergy can't kill someone?" "Didn't you give Flynn his allergy medicine?" In reality, Felix had already been petrified by my lifeless body. When Mom and Dad turned to him, he stammered, "I-I don't know. I have no idea! I didn't mean to hurt him… or anything…"

The driver responsible for Alex's death was none other than Felix Anderson, a member of a powerful and influential family in the coastal town. Nate's world shattered as he discovered the truth behind his brother's untimely demise. The Anderson family, using their wealth and influence, managed to cover up the incident, protecting Felix from any consequences. The justice system turned a blind eye, and the pain of losing Alex was compounded by the injustice that followed.

I asked softly, looking at Edric, Evelyn, and his parents. It was Evelyn who spoke up first. "Maybe you should sit down fi-" "Your father was murdered in his mansion and your brother died in a car accident, it was most likely a setup. Your family was attacked, and we thought you might be attacked as well." Again, Edric said seriously and robot-like manner. I could not process the information as I stammered out nonsense. My family was dead? This could not be happening. This could not be happening right now! I got dizzy. My body swayed.

I got answers that I initially thought were impossible. "Okay. Do it quietly. I don't want my family to know, especially Father." Arnold's death was no mystery to me. He died in an accident while driving his car. Father's confidants had deeply investigated, and it was purely an accident. Therefore, Father erased all the evidence to prevent the media from using it. Unfortunately, the media reported the accident without CCTV evidence and photos. Therefore, Mother was grieving even more, and Father was having trouble moving on. My father should never know that my right hand was reinvestigating the accident. I had to discover why Farrell hated me.

We’ve never been people. “Please tell me your parents died of a real accident and not brake failure,” Greta adds in afterthought, and I turn to her with a sad frown at the mention of them, knowing why her brain has gone there. I exhale with the weight of all of this. “It was a genuine accident. A tragic pile-up when a truck Jack knifed on a snowy night. My parents and many others lost their lives on that highway. My father-in-law saw my dad as his brother, and he never recovered at all from his death, so I know it’s not suspicious.”

I said and Wynter wanted to ask me something but closed his mouth instead. “What really happened when she died Dad? I don’t remember any of it,” he said. “She died Wynter, they all died, that’s all you have to know,” I said. “Yeah but I’m pretty sure she didn’t die in childbirth like every one thinks and I’m also sure that you did something afterwards. There’s no way you’d let whoever was responsible for Mom get away with it,” he said. “She was murdered, Felix, Ava, Tank and Jack too. It was the absolute worst day of my life, losing her and then I waited Wynter. I waited for a long time before I killed them,” I said.

"Shall we?" "Get in the car! I'll be right behind you!" Marie didn't mind his harsh and indifferent tone and instead she evokes a radiant smile while she kisses Mr. Wilson's cheeks and said, "Bye for now, Dad. We have to go." "You guys drive safe." Mike and Marie then hopped in their car and drove away. *** Terrence was currently at MONROE'S BAR when Anton found him! Since Athena was declared dead by those forensic personnels after examining the DNA they have found at the car seat as well as the corpse, he kept himself drunk while his family were busy preparing for his wife's early burial ceremony.