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“Not really. Edward offered me tickets for a cruise with two friends. I leave Thursday night and Brayden gets back Friday according to his personal assistant, Jacob. I hope the cruise will help me to get grounded a bit and refreshed.” “I think that’s a good idea. Just take a moment to breathe and get away from the stress for a moment then come back and get on the same page. From what I’ve seen of your Death Contract, as you call it, legally you’re stuck unless he releases you from your ‘cage.’ Take a vacation, doctor’s orders.”

Stacy was in control of Prince's company and the kids also got their massive share from his will. Before Prince died, he let out a cry and said, "Father, I hope you'll be proud of me now because for once I decided to be good and it led to my doom. Mother, I have finally become the son you wanted me to be even though I caused your death. Goodbye earth. My moment with you was dramatic." At that moment, he was executed. Queen wrote a book about him several years later and it was a bestseller. It made over 100 million sales worldwide and inspired people to be good.

The moment after I died, my soul floated to Samantha Jones's wedding. Samantha was holding her mother's hand in the dressing room. Her eyes were all red. "Mother, is Celine really not going to come? Do you think she still hates me for being together with Jenson?" My mother, Susan, wiped away her tears with a distressed look. "How could it be? It's obvious she was narrow-minded." My father, Charles, who always kept a serious face in front of me, put down his pride and comforted Samantha softly, "Don't cry, my dear. It's your big day today, it's not worth crying for her."

"Even if I die, I'll take you down with me," Anthony snarled before looking apologetically at Cassian and Dunley. "I'm sorry I dragged you two into this." "It's not your fault, Mr. Kingsley. Even if I die, I don't regret anything," Cassian declared. Dunley chimed in, "Why are you apologizing when we're not even dead yet? I already did a reading and got a good omen. Nothing will happen to us today."

It was Uncle Ed. He reached out and slapped Daniel hard across the face. He dragged him out of the driver's seat and shoved him into the back. "What the hell are you doing out here? You turned your back on Helen when she cried for help. Now that she's dead, who are you putting on a show for? "She was a good young lady, and you made her sound so worthless. Did you ever try understanding her? Wake up, Daniel. She's dead. She's never coming back!"

“I don’t know whether I will have the chance to try winning over her heart, but I do know that a greedy person who is never content with what he has will end up with nothing.” Then, right before Joshua’s foul expression, Lewis left. Joshua’s face had drained of color because of what Lewis said, and he thought that he had to think of a way to bring Rain back to his side as soon as possible. So, when Rain clocked off work the next day, she ran into Joshua again at the entrance. Rain wanted to leave and ignore Joshua. After all, with Joshua’s prideful personality, he would not chase after her. But Joshua stood in her way and took out a report before handing it to her. “I’m terminally ill, honey

Who else would be so extravagant to book the place for an entire month in advance? Julius led me to a room. After loosening his tie, he placed his hands on his hips. I had to admit, the guy was good-looking. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist…he made me dizzy. After spending months surrounded by handsome men, I had almost become immune to such charms, but when it came to Julius, I couldn't help it. "What... What do you want from me?" I asked. He smirked. "That’s what I should be asking you. Faking your death to fool everyone and then dragging my mom into this nonsense too. You've got some nerve."

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.