Caleb Died Bratayley Novels & Stories

39 - Payback Caleb Pretending to be dead and trying not to breathe was a difficult task. Especially having your dad, your dad’s wife who’s your ex, your hot older girlfriend and boyfriend crying and sobbing over you as the nurse (dad’s colleague) drags your body to the mortuary for the fake autopsy.

I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

he says, placing his hands over his face in anguish. Dr. Wayne sighs, “He is his brother and rightful Alpha when Caleb passes and by the way things look, that isn’t far away.” He says sadly. “Caleb is barely holding on. He has MAYBE hours.” Lucas sighs, sitting down as he holds Caleb’s hand, “Try. Make as many as you can. We give this our all.” I have tears in my eyes as my memories flash.

His face was pale, his eyes wide with horror as he slowly pulled something from beneath the rubble. It was an arm. Just an arm, severed from the body, the skin pale and lifeless. The sight of it made my stomach turn, and I had to force myself to look away, to keep from being sick. Ethan let out a choked sob as he realized what Leo was holding. “Caleb…” Leo didn’t say anything, but the look on his face said it all. There was no denying it now. Caleb was dead. “We need to take this back,” Leo said, his voice hoarse. “We’ll conduct a DNA test to confirm it’s him.”

Then he could keep his life. It could not be denied that this was brilliant. Thomas pointed at the back of the deceased’s skull. “There’s a very obvious dent at the back of his head, believed to be made by a blunt weapon. If my hunch is right, Caleb should be familiar with the deceased. He was asked to enter Caleb’s room and then he was killed there. Then his clothes were swapped with Caleb’s and then he was burnt to a crisp. Caleb was indeed crafty and cruel, doing everything and anything to survive.

Caleb smirked and replied, "It's been the best. Now there's no one to compete with me for the company. I own everything after Isabella's death." Concern etched across his face, Kelvin inquired, "Do you know where Isabella was buried?" Caleb's expression turned cold as he sneered, "I don't care to know. All I heard from the police is that she was buried with some shot dead criminals they caught. Another story claims a charity organization made a tombstone for her because of her family name. I really don't give a damn as long as she's dead." As Scarlett reached the company's entrance, she paused and told herself, "Leaving in anger won't change anything. I need to get to the root of everything.

It was unsettling to see it now. Caleb sighed, running some cold water into the sink and splashing it on his face. He couldn't give up now, not when there was so much at stake. Seeing Anakatrine dying had shaken him to the core and rekindled his need to protect Annie. He couldn't fail as Callain had. The consequences of that were unbearable.

" Sarah said as Tom nodded along. Tom had nothing to say, he still couldn't process everything that was happening. Everything was moving too fast. Everyone that knew Scarlett came up and gave a speech and then sat back at their seats. - After the burial - Caleb couldn't take it. It was too painful to have your mate die. Caleb was curled up on Scarlett's bed, tossing and turning while breathing in her scent. He continued tossing and turning when he heard the pillow produce a ruffling sound. Like a paper ruffling sound. He sat up and shook the pillow. A piece of paper fell out and he picked it up. He opened the folded paper and started reading the words on it. Dear Caleb,

“Well, as Donati said, there seem to be a lot of women coming and going with the victim. It could take a while to question all of them and we still haven’t ruled this out as mob-related.” She sighed. “It will be inconvenient if it is one of the families. Hopefully, it will at least be Alfero, if it is.” “Well, I’d like to avoid setting off a war as much as you would, but we have to go where the facts leave us,” Caleb told her. “For now, let’s see if we can find out who he was in bed with the day he died.” “Thanks for helping me get them to bed,” Joseph told Camille. She’d stayed for dinner again and had stuck around to help the girls get to sleep.

The lightness of the sky indicated they had another couple of hours before they went to the club. “Caleb, you said Argos had taken you in. What happened to your family?” He ran his hand over her hair in a sensual caress that sent another wave of desire sliding through her. “They died.” “In a wildfire like mine?” “No.” She waited for an explanation, but he didn’t seem to wish to speak of it any more than she wanted to tell him about Ragnar. Yet curiosity caught hold. “Caleb? What happened?”