Novel & Cerita Cristina Yang Death

Kristen froze for a moment. "You suspect Cynthia?" Summer nodded. Kristen immediately shook her head with a smile. "They're sisters in the end. I don't think they would go for each other's lives. Summer, things aren't so dark in the world." Summer merely smiled. There were far more sinister things in the world. After all, she had endured them in her past life. "Mason will make sure Xena's death is properly investigated. I would suggest that you don't get yourself involved in it. You have no duty or obligations toward Xena, and it's the same for her sister," Kristen said gently.

I turned it up. “The right-hand woman to successful millionaire Richard Mackenzie had been missing for almost two weeks before she was found dead in the early hours of Wednesday morning.” Photos of the very pretty Yang flashed on the screen. Dark hair and makeup so perfect that any female rock star might feel like she needed more concealer. “Evidence of foul play has investigators searching for a murderer. Yang appears to have been tortured and drugged prior to her death,” the news anchor said. “Investigators are following all leads including her famous employer.”

There had been no official announcements for the date of the Blithe King’s succession, but they had released a notice that it would be held this afternoon in Cansington’s military base. This caused an uproar. The residents of Cansington were still trying to figure out how to get an invitation to the event. Immediately after, another breaking news rocked Cansington. “Good morning, everyone. This is Cansington News. Last night, famous tycoon Yves Frasier was found dead in his home. Jacob Zimmerman and Desmond Wilson, too, had been found dead in their homes. They died in the same manner, tied to a chair and decapitated.

All nine Oracles were as close as sisters; they could not believe that terrible news. "Yennie!" Even though she was sad, Sadie gathered her thoughts and asked Yennie, "What happened? What happened to Cynthia? Who killed her?" At that moment, everyone in the hall looked at Yennie. Yennie bit her lips; she could not hide the anger in her heart. Then, she said fiercely, "It's the Elysium Gate's Sect Master, Darryl Darby!" Xenia said with an angry tone, "That's right; it was Darryl. He ambushed Cynthia and violated her like a monster. Cynthia could not bear the humiliation, and she killed herself. She told me about it before she died."

"She died on the observation deck. She was protecting the southern ritual node so Sage could break the connection. She fought until the very end." I felt Kira’s gaze on me, a silent thank you. We had reached a silent agreement in the SUV. The secret of Cassidy’s coercion, the shame of her double life, would die with her. To the world, and to the history books Sage would eventually write, Cassidy would remain the hero who died for her pack.

I sighed deeply, “it's Kristina.” Her brows knitted. “What happened?” “She is dead.” I informed her. Her hands dropped to her side. She pulled back, “wait a minute,” she said, pulling up a finger, “No,” she shook her head, “No. It's not possible. It can't be possible.” I wrapped my arms around my chest. I was still in the same state of denial. “It's not true, is it? Kristina being dead.” “It is.” “but it can't be!”

While driving her phone rang, her brows furrowed and press the screen beside the steering wheel which is connected to her phone, answering the call as she put the earphone on her ears. "What?" she said, maneuvering the wheels as she was making a turn at the corner near the mansion, her brows furrowed when she heard Lane's crying voice and hey eyes widen. "Christopher is dead by a sniper by someone unknown, the reports said that Christopher was last seen in front of their cruise before it happened, even his bodyguards are dead!" Lane explained, faint sobs was coming out from her mouth, Jane step on the break as soon as she reached the news.

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?"

I sighed and moved my chair’s direction towards the floor-to-ceiling window behind me as soon as he closed the door after exiting the room. “Where are you, love? It has been six years since you left me. Come back now,” I whispered to myself while looking at the barren sky outside. It was a sunny day, but even the bright sunlight couldn’t erase the darkness in my life. Chris’s idea of running a DNA test was good, but I couldn’t do that because I never paid attention to Cynthia and her health when she was alive. She was not orphan but her parents died during a landslide when they were on vacation in a mountain area. She was only 17.

She had drawn a clean line between herself and the Rothwell family, as well as herself and him. An invisible blade drove straight through his chest. Each breath tore at him. His phone rang. Victor froze for a heartbeat, then grabbed it. "Any news? Have you found her?" The assistant's voice sounded tight. "We confirmed that Miss Frost's identity records have been erased. And Ms. Cassandra has already been officially declared deceased." His pupils contracted. Disbelief washed over him. "What did you say?!" The assistant repeated the statement. Victor's voice sank low and rigid. "Find the exact cause of death. And keep looking for Via. Immediately."