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I frowned and read the headline. Killian Wolfe Holds Funeral for His Wife, Sansa Vale – Declared Dead After Boating Accident. The room spun. “He… declared me dead?” I whispered. Ellen nodded. “It seems that way.” Killian had declared me dead. Held a funeral for me. And the worst part? I wasn’t surprised. But I was furious. I could feel a slow, burning anger replacing the initial shock. If Killian wanted me dead, he was about to be sorely disappointed.

The photo zooms out, and I catch the ceremonial proceedings taking place. “O MY GOD!” The remote clatters on the floor as my former boss reads my obituary. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M DEAD?!” I shriek as I stare at the screen in disbelief. I’m standing right here alive and healthy. Why the hell does the world think I’m dead? “We did all we could, but we were still too late,” the boss finally says as he flips the next page. “The Russians still got us.”

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

No—Through shaking breaths and burning lungs, I forced the words out. “He can’t see it,” I rasped. “Your men shot him. He’s dead.” The room stilled. Just for a heartbeat. Declon’s eyes slid back to me. Slow. Measured. Then—A faint, humorless smile curved his mouth. “I have resources,” he said calmly. “He’s in the operating room right now.” My stomach dropped. Alive. Alex was alive. The realization hit like a shockwave through my chest—sharp, disorienting, almost painful.

"Avelina, I trust you. We'll leave Nina in your hands." I was restrained by two bodyguards, so no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move. I could only watch helplessly as Avelina returned to the OR. I remembered that in my past life, less than half an hour later, Avelina came running out in a panic to announce Nina's death. The consent form, which included the organ donation clause, had allowed her to freely harvest all of Nina's organs. And now, she had already re-entered the operating room with the form in hand.

“What is happening right now? Someone explain this to me.” No one answered her. Because no one had a clean explanation left. Josh exhaled sharply. “You were declared dead.” Antonio tilted his head slightly. “Was I?” The question landed like a trap. I shook my head quickly. “No—no, I saw—there was a body. There was a funeral—there was—” My voice broke again. Antonio stepped closer. “I never left Nashville after the accident,” he said softly. “Not the way you were led to believe.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Man Who Was Supposed to Be Dead For several seconds, nobody spoke. Martin stared at his uncle as though he had suddenly become a stranger. “Repeat that.” Richard swallowed. “Alexander Sterling signed the order.” “That is impossible.” “I know what you're thinking.” “No, Richard. You have absolutely no idea what I'm thinking.” Martin's voice was dangerously calm. “Alexander was declared dead before Claire was born. You were the one who told me that.”

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”