Novel & Cerita Benjamin Button Death

I had been trapped in this world for too long, and it was time to let go. After the fall of my family, Benjamin took over the company, pushing aside my father and appointing someone else as CEO. He then went to look for Melissa and told her everything. Melissa immediately contacted the police, but by the time they arrived, Benjamin had taken his own life. He was found clutching my bones, lifeless, in his bed. It showed how fleeting life was. Just as I was about to cross over to a new world, Benjamin appeared before me, desperately calling out, “Lisa, will you give me another chance? I promise I won’t–”

“Follow me to the hospital.” Aaron let Benjamin tidy himself up first before he went back to the hospital. “Do you know that Victoria is dead?” Benjamin immediately went and changed his clothes. If he knew this would happen, he would have gone on night shift. “What?” Aaron was shocked too. Were these two matters related? “Are the two matters related?” “Shouldn’t be. Victoria committed suicide." He had seen Victoria’s corpse before. It was indeed a suicide. Buzz!

“I’ll tell you the truth. Today’s attacks—they were Benjamin’s doing. He already knows. He knows it was your mother and me who killed his mother back then. He won’t stop until I’m destroyed.” “Ah—” Jennifer screamed. Her phone slipped from her hands. She slid down the wall, trembling, tears streaming as she stared blankly at the luxurious carpet. So Benjamin knew the truth? But wait—wasn’t Pamela still alive? Sniffling, she snatched up her phone again. “Dad, isn’t Pamela alive?” “Yes,” Brady said bitterly. “And because she’s alive, that’s why Benjamin has chosen this way to kill me—piece by piece.”

Vincent was left speechless under Rory's barrage. He had not expected her to dig up all his dirt. The SUVs peeled away one by one. I lay on a stretcher in the ambulance, my mind replaying Benjamin's last look on an endless loop. The moment the blades came at us, a part of me had already died. Benjamin died in my arms. After that, there was not much on Earth worth sticking around for. I figured maybe I could just let go and fall into an eternal slumber that I would never wake from.

"His name is Owen Briggs." ​Arthur frowned, confused. "What's the problem?" ​Benjamin's expression darkened. "He officially died... three years ago." ​The room fell dead silent. Dizer blinked in utter disbelief. "What?" ​Without saying another word, Benjamin slid another photograph across the table, taken only two nights earlier: the exact same man, alive and well, walking into Shank Global Headquarters. ​Adrian slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "A dead man... has just become our most dangerous witness."

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 frie

Engraved with the Benz family crest. “This was in his pocket when I found him,” Ravenna said. “He pressed it into my hand right before he died.” Jennifer stared at it. David went still. “Edward Benz didn’t die because he found the laundered money,” Ravenna said quietly. She paused. “He died because he found something worse.” The key gleamed in the dim light. And Jennifer’s phone buzzed again. _“6:00 AM. Watch the news. Your father isn’t the only Benz who kept secrets.”_

In the mean time, on the opposite side, in the clamoring office of the 77th Precinct of the New York City Police Department… Theodore checked out at the screen before him with an appalling articulation. In the live transmission, they all saw that Bowen had by and by killed his child before almost 50 million individuals. He, alongside numerous different watchers, felt that such an individual could have been equipped for submitting the savage demonstrations that the Death Judge had referenced.

Apparently, Benjamin was very clear about his situation that he only had a few more days to live. Most importantly, his current situation was beyond the help of medicine. However, knowing that he could only live for a few more days did not mean he was unwilling to live longer. After all, a person in power like him most definitely had his ambitions. Who would want to die in the prime of his year? After all, he still had too much to do. Harvey said indifferently, “Don’t worry. Since I’ve decided to help, then I won’t give you false hope.”

“Yes. What happened?” “We received a report from the public. She committed suicide at home.” Ben didn’t even change his clothes. He rushed to my house as fast as he could. Police and neighbors crowded around the door. The stench could be smelled from miles away. He anxiously pushed through the crowd and entered, the moment he saw everything, he dropped to the ground. The entire bathtub full of blood instantly reddened his vision. He stared blankly at the slightly bloated corpse before him. Two streams of tears fell straight down.