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Anything, just to make me feel warm. With each splash of water onto my skin, it sunk into me. Death. Loss. And my life turned upside down after the tragedy with my parents. How will I give them a proper funeral? When I am not even allowed to go near our house earlier? I don’t have money. Nor savings. I was just fresh out of college, graduating with a culinary degree. I was supposed to open a bakeshop this fall. But all those plans dissolved in the wind now.

she looked at him when he said that thoughtfully. "Do u know this thing called funeral, is utter bullshit" he chuckled bitterly when she didn't say anything. "U believe it or not .... But it gives u closure with a dead person" she replied honestly. "It's nothing but a formal good bye to a lifeless body ...... Which gives people satisfaction that because of them, dead person made his or her peace in heaven" he said looking at nothing in particular. "As per this, such many things are questionable ..... Ur belief on them makes them true for u". He looked at her for a second.

I watched them drag him away, all the way out of the living room he groaned in pain till I couldn’t hear the sound anymore, it’s all my fault but I didn't deserve this, I took a glance at Jace. “What did you achieve by being so heartless?” He didn’t reply, instead, he walked over to the rack of liquor not far from where we stood, he filled his glass with liquor, “You are the reason why he would spend the rest of his life, in a wheelchair, and when he thinks about the day he lost his leg, guess what he would be thinking about. He points the glass at me, “ he would think about the day, he listened to you, and not me.”

After the incident, Mom's cooking garnered yet another wave of attention online. "This is the fourth life Florence Winters has taken with her food. How potent can the food be?" "Jokes aside, I can't imagine how much despair Florence's daughter must've felt, having to watch her own fiance die right in front of her." The netizens even started looking for more similarities between my four exes. They wondered whether the men had been unfaithful to me and whether that had led to their deaths.

Her expression was unhurried. I returned to the desk and flipped to the next page of the notebook. There, in clean lines, I began to outline what would come next. Reintroducing myself into the world carefully. Using George’s connections to place me where I needed to be. Watching Adrian and Marissa’s every move before they ever noticed mine. I would chip away at them, quietly, until their perfect life began to crack under its own weight. Each step I wrote filled me with a strange calm, as I slowly came to the realization that ‘Rachel’ actually is dead. The Rachel who loved endlessly was killed off by the flames.

I merely handed over the house deed as a show of good faith. "Leo, this house is worth at least a few hundred thousand dollars. Give me three days. Once the funeral is over, I'll be sure to get you the money."

“Don’t scare me like that! Fuck, Mark! That is deep shit.” I grinned at him. “Someday someone will come along and knock you on your ass. You think you are impenetrable, I know. I did too. It’s the ones that you never suspect that do it. They sneak under your defenses, and before you know it, you are a goner.” Brian made a face. “You make it sound like a disease—a fatal one at that.” I hummed a few bars of “Death of a Bachelor” just to get my point across and Brian scowled.

“Don’t expect anything from me, Ash. I love you and all that, but I’m staying clear of friends who are settling down. Honestly, it gives me the creeps.” Now all of us raised a brow at John. “What? I love being a bachelor!” he said. “Weddings are…” He shivered. “Excuse me, why is it a lucrative business again?” “Because there are still guys in the world who aren't like you and thank God for that!” Nicole said crossly. “Well, if you find that guy for yourself, let me know.” John raised his brow at her.

"Rachel has already married into the Carpenters. Let them handle it," Steven said. Caleb actually didn't inform them about my death. This was unlike him. However, Steven's response was hardly surprising. He had always been so indifferent to me. Meanwhile, Sophia looked over inquisitively. Steven waved his hand, signaling that nothing was wrong. To ensure Cindy's birthday was a happy one, he didn't bother to mention what happened to me that day. Only after dinner the next day did he say calmly, "Rachel's dying."

Dax suggests. Cheers go up and Max, a new prospect, pulls out the first bottle of whiskey. This means a hangover on my wedding day, but hopefully the ride will clear it out. This is my last day as a bachelor and a little extra alcohol is fitting. Not that I'll miss bachelorhood for a second. It's been a long road to settling the demons that have haunted me since my brother's death. With Angelo waiting in the wings for the rest of our lives, my abilities and connections will be what keep Beth and Carson safe.