Death Sentence Novel

It was the tallest building in the world. A token of pride to whoever owned it. An industrial empire that stole selfishly in the name of success. A giant that overshadowed its competitors’ comparatively smaller establishments under the risen sun. And everyone knew whose devilish strategies it came from…From the topmost loft of the building stood a man with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was smirking; not at the taste of the fine wine but at the misery of his rivals. “Master Sean, everything happens at your will.” “I know. And that makes everything else boring.”

Something happened between us last night…I bit the pillow. I couldn’t really believe that I was in the same unknown room with him. Am I still dreaming? If yes, please wake me up!“I want to wake up from this nightmare!” I screamed mindlessly. I heard Rhio laugh.“You aren’t dreaming Jasmin,” he said with a big smile, “And this isn’t a nightmare…for me.”I threw him the pillow, “Do you think I’m glad with what happened?”“We’ll there’s nothing we could do about that,” he smirked, “for all I knew, I have deflowered you.”Rhio Zel Cantheliz, the sole heir of Multi-Billionaire Zel Cantheliz Corporation, were his clan died in tragic event namely, Zel Cantheliz Massacre. Rhio, who really hated woman, needing one to save his family hierarchy.

Si Angie, isang mahiyain na babae at normal na empleyado. Halos nga walang sino man ang nakakapansin sa kanya. Ngunit labis na mapagmahal na nobya kay Julius at mabait na kaibigan kay Trisha. Ngunit hindi niya aakalain na dalawang ahas ang inaalagaan niya. Nang isang gabi, dahil sa ginawa ni Julius na itaya ang pagkababae ni Angie sa isang sugalan, aksidenteng naka-One Night Stand niya ang isang arrogante at makapangyarihang CEO na si Mr. Zayruz Choi. Pilit siyang binayaran nito dahil ang akala sa kanya ay isang bayaring babae, ngunit hindi niya tinagap. Lumaganap ang scandal ni Angie at tinuring siyang basahan ng mga katrabaho niya. Marami siyang masasamang naririnig sa kanya. Nakipag-hiwalay si Julius dito at si Trisha ang nangunang taga-sira sa kanya. Hangang sa isang buwan ang nakalipas, di alam ni Angie na nagdadalang tao na siya, nang muling pinagtagpo ang landas nila ni Sayruz at kaagad siyang nawalan ng malay. "F*ck. How dare she is carrying my child?!" Usal ni Sayruz ng matuklasan nga nilang buntis is Angie. Na siyang ikinatuwa din ng Grandma ni Sayruz.

The scholarship student, Izzy Waite, whom Craig Green had been funding, decided to seek some thrills by engaging in group intimacy in the open sea. They messed around in a way that drew blood and unintentionally attracted a shark. I risked my life to drag her back to shore. Once we made it to land, I warned her the ocean was full of bacteria and that she should get a check-up, just in case. She nodded and pretended to listen. However, the moment I turned my back, she ran to Craig, claiming I’d slandered her reputation. She even threatened to throw herself back into the ocean in some dramatic attempt to end it all. Craig was furious. Without giving me a chance to explain, he shoved me into the mouth of a massive, still-living shark. I beat against the inside of that monster’s stomach, screaming for help. The fishermen on the beach panicked at the sight. “Mr. Craig, please. This’ll kill her!” Craig simply held the weeping Izzy in his arms and sneered. “I heard people can survive inside a shark for a whole month. Doesn’t she love studying marine biology? Now, she can do some real research from inside.” Trapped in utter darkness, I curled up, gently cradling my belly. “Baby, this time, Mommy can’t protect you…” One month later, Craig finally came to gut the shark himself and bring me home. Unfortunately, all he found on the wind-swept shore was a skeleton.

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

((( Julius POV’s )))Napabangon ako dahil sa bungangang yun. Tinignan ko yung babae.“Huwag kang lalapit sa akin!” Bigla akong ngumit at natawa sa sarili ko. Kung gano'n ang babaeng 'to ay walang iba kundi si Janine.“Seems I have a “good” Morning. Good morning Janine.”Bigla akong pinaghahampas ng unan ni Janine. Ewan parang ang saya eh. Nakalapit ako sa kanya. Pinigilan ko ang kamay niya saka hinila ko siya palapit sa akin.“Bitiwan mo ako Julius!” Hinalikan ko siya sa noo. Natigilan siya sa kakapalag.“Now, your mine.” Saka ko siya hinalikan sa labi.Bakas sa mukha niya ang pagkagulat. Kaya bigla niya akong sinampal. Ngumiti lang ako bilang tugon...“I know. I deserve it.” At muli ko siyang hinalikan.“Julius! Gumising ka nga!” At pinagsasampal ako ni Janine, magkabilaang pisngi. Pinigilan ko ang kamay niya.“Gising na gising ako. Gusto mo pa?” Pak!Aww...yun ang masakit.“Di ako nakikipaglokohan sa'yo!” Ngumiti ako.“Sa tingin mo niloloko kita?”“Ahhhh....hmmm..” Hinalikan ko eh.At bago ako bumangon, hinalikan ko siya sa pisngi. Natulala siya.Bumangon na ako. Tinali ko ang robe ko at kinindatan siya bago ako pumunta ng banyo.Nang makapasok ako, narinig ko ang pagsisigaw ni Janine.Nakita ko naman ang refleksyon ko sa salamin. Ngiting-ngiti na napapailing. Naghilamos ako. Iniisip ko kung sino sa dalawang ama-amahan ko ang gumawa nito.

“Miss Megan Gomez,” he grins. “What a beautiful name for a gold digger and social climb—.” He couldn’t continue his words when my palm met his cheeks. Hell… Who am I to do this to him? "I did this to save my siblings from debt and my father’s hospital bill, I have no interest for a personal reason. And the deal with your tricky old man is too simple for me not to grab the opportunity." He grins even more. “I see. Prove it then by following my rules. But each time you break my rules, I’ll claim a part of your body as mine.” “That’s not part of your old man's deal with me, I just need to marry you and live for two months!” “Heh. Are you afraid?” Megan Gomez was tricked by the old man to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate for a sudden financial need. "Live with my son for two months. If you don’t fall in love with him, I’ll cancel your debt and the marriage.” She agreed. She will be going to live with handsome, hot, and domineering Damian Quinn for the next eight weeks, without falling for his charm in order to break the contract. Or else, she is going to bear his child. However, not only can his physical charm lure Megan to fall for him, but there are rules to living with the devilish CEO. And as Megan breaks them, she learns pleasure that she never knew existed. But do the two have a future together when Damian is in love with someone else and Megan is confused about her real feelings toward him? If it is lust, she didn’t lose the game, but if it is love, she failed herself.

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.