Novel & Cerita Breaking Dawn Carlisle Death

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—"

Sighing, I stayed between them eyes darting back and forth between the men who refuses to back down, their hands reaching into the glass one after the other. When Axle finally slumped forward, defeated, Carlisle leaned back in his chair, his victory clear but his condition concerning. “Sir, that’s enough,” I said, stepping forward to place a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, his usual sharp gaze dulled by alcohol, and nodded. “Let’s go home.” *** The car ride was quiet. I glanced at Carlisle, who sat in the passenger seat, his head resting against the window. This is my first time driving his car—and given that he is drunk, I kept my pace slow and steady.

"I won't ask, and I won't tell." Carl extinguished his cigarette and left the office.In the hallway, Renee stood near the window, waiting her turn for the examination. Carl approached her, his tone monotone as always. "Calvin is dead. He got into a fight with another inmate and was beaten to death. Now, no one will come after you." Renee froze at the news, her fingers curling slightly. After a few seconds, she looked up at Carl and asked, "Uncle Carl, is everything that has happened to me really because of Calvin?"

I let all that hatred blind me. “But then, why didn’t Carlisle tell me?” I question myself, but Elijah hears it. “Carlisle did momentarily save me from dying that day,” Elijah replies and takes another bite. But then he freezes as he realizes that he told me something I did not know. His words hit me. “You were dying that day?!”

Carl came at the wrong time. “I don’t mind dying by your hands. But before I die, can you tell me what I did wrong? You told me to win Daniel over however I see fit. Now you’re acting oblivious, you’re even mad at me. Why? Did I ever do anything wrong?” Carl collapsed dramatically on my bed.

Carl asked, ignoring Odys’s vehement protests. “I want to know who killed my parents,” Scott said firmly. “Killed? Scott, what do you mean? Colin and Eloise died in an accident. I came to see their bodies myself,” Carl insisted. “No, they were attacked by a… quite large animal.” “And how do you know that? If I may ask?” Darius asked.

Chapter 176 Damian's pov "You needed to see how children became homeless and guess what, Carlson was killed in the process." I froze in shock. What??? What did I just hear? Carlson is dead? I couldn't accept it. "Who killed Carlson?" I had to ask.

Since returning from my trip and sending Kelvin away, I haven't been there. Carl arrived at the company and headed straight to the office, meeting me seated, and going through my laptop. He should have been here much earlier, as we are going together to the underground. “Boss.” Carl called as he walked in and sat down. “I thought you were going to come over with Damon.” I spoke with a calm voice. “He's busy attending to other matters. Damon got a call from the warehouse; someone died. He was sick and didn't take his treatment.” Carl responded by taking a deep breath.

I asked, recalling the conversation Alpha Greyhemm and the family had back home. “No, the late king killed him. Carl was the most fragile of the three and the youngest. He could not bear the pain of the curse and being hunted like a dog so he ended his life. Conri and I came back when we heard this. He killed the king and took the crown, his body littered with nothing but his father’s blood.”

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.