Death In The Family Novel Romane & Geschichten

My heart hammers in my chest, and a tremor runs through my body. “It’s weird how most of those events were accidents. No one was particularly behind them. It was like a curse had fallen on that packhouse. But one day, the Nova family was having a peaceful dinner when all of them suddenly had a cardiac arrest and died right there.” My breath hitches. “They all just died, like… like that?”

I still remembered his cold fingers gripping my jaw in that dark basement, the hatred in his eyes so deep it almost devoured me. "Nick Wheaton sent me this useless thing? Is he mocking me? Tell him—this game has only just begun." I died in the second winter of our marriage—my body covered in bruises, abandoned in the snow to starve. As my soul drifted above the frozen ground, I saw him standing over my corpse for a long, long time. There was no satisfaction in his eyes, only an endless, suffocating darkness. And I saw the Wheaton family thriving after my death, feeding off the fortune they had stolen from my mother's legacy.

"I know I've kept things from you, and I know it has cost me your love. But it was for your own safety. Now you must know the truth, please, I must tell you the truth about your family." Sophie suddenly could hear her own heart. My family? Sophie's parents had died when she was only five. Their car went off a bridge into fast-moving water. Her grandmother and younger brother had also been in the car, and Sophie's entire family had been erased in an instant. She had a box of newspaper clippings to confirm it.

I am sick of being blind. Something in me snapped and I did what I never thought I'd do. I pulled my phone out, typing the words, I pressed send. In that moment, I betrayed my family, but I knew it was for the better good. I tried to arrange everything before Frank arrives, and when he did, the doctor went out and announced her death. The doctor was one of our men so Frank believed him and he didn't question further but what he didn't know is that money can buy any man.

He became the youngest high-ranking officer in the entire unit at the age of 30. He came from an ordinary family and had earned every promotion through grit. Women lined up at his family's door hoping to marry him, yet he had never shown interest in any of them. If Alexander hadn't faked his death, our lives would never have intersected so closely, let alone ended in marriage. So why had a man like him come again and again to propose to me? Charles rubbed his nose, thinking for a long moment before he finally spoke. "You don't remember, do you? From when we were children."

Mum was supposed to hold my hand when I birthed my son and give me the advice I needed when he wouldn’t settle; she was supposed to stand by my side and love me unconditionally for many more years. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LEAVE ME SO SOON? (Declan POV) This week has been… eventful for want of a better word. The two horrible deaths have been highly traumatic and in turn have shaken the family; so much has happened and so many emotions have wreaked havoc on us.

Was it really… me? Fragments scattered everywhere, each shard reflecting my stunned expression. That afternoon, I went to the police station. The officers told me that Mrs. Calder’s grandson had already identified the body. "We'll have to wait for the autopsy to determine the exact cause of death, but the family doesn’t seem to want to pursue it further. They’ve already signed off." "The family?" I froze. "Didn’t she live alone?" "Her son is overseas. He authorized a friend to handle the arrangements." Officer Ward pointed toward the end of the hallway. "They just finished the paperwork. He might not have left yet."

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

They piled charge after charge on me, trying to make sure I would be put to death in the name of justice. If the judge found me guilty, I would be executed on the spot. After I died, my cornea would be transplanted into my adopted sister, Sandy. My assets and my insurance money would go to them as well. I never thought that one day, I would be betrayed by both love and family. It was a fatal blow! I touched my stomach. Even though I had a new life growing inside me, I felt like a broken, lifeless doll. Unbearable pain spread through every part of me, and tears quickly welled in my eyes.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.