Romans & histoires Christian Brando Cause Of Death

I just stared back at Miranda, who kept on raining curses at me as Skyler dragged her out. "I will try to get her to calm down," Skyler said. I didn't reply but Xander nodded. She was devastated, as was I. This revenge didn't seem as sweet as I had imagined. Mr Christian Reynolds' time of death was 6:57 pm on the 27th of December 20**. I sat down, taking some time to digest everything. My hands clenched, things should not happen this way. I wasn't the cause of his death. According to Xander, he was getting significantly weaker these past 4 years.

He had his hands on his hips and was shaking his head, not looking at us. I realized that he had to be talking about Aaron. I looked at Brandon and both of our mouths dropped open. As Christian looked up, I closed my mouth, not wanting to let him know he’d actually just given us way more information than he’d probably intended to. “I can imagine it would be tough. Thank goodness the dying didn’t stick,” I said, trying to laugh. “No kidding!” He laughed, a sort of a half-crazy, half-pleasant, normal person laugh, and Brandon joined in. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you. You just making the rounds?”

Aldridge sighed shaking his head, “I will tell you when we are alone but for now, we need to have a serious conversation.” Christian went silent and looked at his father and brother. Aldridge turned to them too and said, “Christian is under a medication that stabilizes his moods. If he does not have it, he would not be this calm.” The king sat down on a chair with Sterling standing behind him. He looked at Aldridge asking, “Who gave you permission to administer medicine?” “If we did not, he could have killed himself,” he answered. He turned back to look at Christian saying, “I managed to question him and the killings all started when he found out who the one behind his mother’s death was.”

"This drive. You said it shows you driving your dad’s car off the cliff two years ago. But Marcus said otherwise before he passed out. He said your father didn’t fake his death to hunt traitors." Christian didn’t turn. He stared through the rain-streaked glass, shoulders stiff. "My father was a tyrant, Sierra. He was going to ruin your life. I did what needed to be done." "But did you actually drive the car, Christian?" I pressed, getting closer. "Or did you take the blame for the real person who cut the brake lines?" Silence hit the room, thick and suffocating. Leo’s monitor beeped, that fragile life hanging between us. Christian finally looked at me, his eyes unreadable, stone masking his

And as my mind begins to turn, finding the energy to consider the events, I find my mind not turning to the scene of horror this morning – of Elio’s dead body falling on top of mine, his life’s blood spreading all over me, his dead eyes looking directly into my face – No, I think about my husband. Christian Romano, mafia boss. A man who killed his father, and now three of his four brothers. A man who has seized power in the most brutal way possible. And all…all for what? I exhale again, shaking my head, not sure that I understand. Understand his reasoning for doing this but also…understand him, perhaps. My mind begins flicking through everything I know about Christian – everything I can hold

Her heart was still heavy, a little bitter, and uncomfortable. She felt that she was the only person in the room. She felt lonely and lost. She soon fell asleep. In the morning, she was awakened by a call from Anthony. She guessed that it was about Christian, hence, she sat up on the bed and answered it. "Mrs. Milton, Christian is dead. He was assassinated in the apartment yesterday. He died miserably, and his face was badly mutilated by a knife. His face is beyond recognition. What's more, strangely, there was nothing captured in the surveillance camera, as though it was done by a ghost," Anthony said in shock.

“Hell if I know.” “No, I mean, why did Aaron say he wanted Christian to come back first? Maybe he’s setting him up. Maybe that’s why I saw Cassidy talking to Christian in the coffee shop last week. Maybe she’s working with Aaron to take Christian over there and get him killed.” Brandon’s eyebrows were dancing like caterpillars at a hoedown.

A well-dressed anchor appeared behind a digital backdrop, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “This just in,” she said. “The CEO of Blake Enterprises, Christian Blake, has been confirmed dead following severe injuries sustained during a police pursuit. Officials say the cause of death was neurological trauma and respiratory failure. His body is expected to undergo an autopsy before a private family burial.” A large photo of Christian flashed on the screen, an old press image, full of charm and polished elegance. Beneath it: “BREAKING: CHRISTIAN BLAKE – DEAD AT 38” Crystal’s lips parted as she stared at the screen.

"No. they didn't find out that it was suicide. The outcome of the investigation was that a candle has been left burning and a draft in the lounge caused the candle to tip and start the fire. They said that it tipped onto the blanket on the sofa where Aychie was sleeping and his death was ruled as accidental." Christian doesn't say anything just looks at me like I've got two heads. "His death was ruled as accidental death caused by the fire but it wasn't he killed himself, not only did he kill himself but he did it in a way that made you look like you were to blame for the fire and then as if he hasn't already shit on you he asked you to keep it secret. He asked you to let his family believe

“Christian was lucky too.” The man poured a white drink. “Your husband?” “He is not my husband,” I said. “My father betrothed me to him, but I thought he died.” “What happened?” “Achilles, Xiomar, and Emilio attacked. They killed my brother. Shiot Christian in his head.” “Why?”