Novel & Cerita Did Feliciano Kill Kris And Lisanne

On Valentine's Day, Felix had brushed me off with the same old excuse about "family obligations", making sure no one let the truth slip. But that evening, an anonymous message popped up on my screen. "Live stream link—Felix Valentino and Lilian Fenati's Wedding." I clicked it. The screen lit up to reveal a grand, solemn ceremony, filled with mafia dons from Solara. My blood turned to ice. Three months earlier, Lilian had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She'd made her announcement at a family gathering.

'What? Felipe, the Rank 1 Surpasser, was terrified. When Wayne died, he had failed to see the white aura attack him. 'To begin with, I am a Rank 1 Surpasser.' "Next up is your turn." Lucas looked at Felipe faintly. Felipe heard Lucas, and he composed himself before looking at the former while gritting his teeth. "What do you plan to do?" Felipe asked coldly. Lucas heard Felipe’s question. He thought for a moment before looking at Felipe and saying, "Nothing much, I just want to kill you."

“It’s not as though we’re not on the edge of war with Warfang, too. It wasn’t a bad guess. Just one I didn’t agree with.” Princess Sophia manages a small smile. “You’re a good person, Ainslee. I hope you and Rafe-” Her eyes go unfocused again, and this time her mouth drops open. She sinks to her knees with a groan of protest. “Sophia?!” I kneel down next to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. “Sophia, what’s wrong?” “Kris killed him. He killed the assassin,” Princess Sophia mumbles. I frown slightly. “We didn’t really expect him to live long, did we?”

Lisa smirked, “get on with it, bitch.” Felza stared at the dagger for a while before charging towards Lisa. In the blink of an eye, she slashed her neck hard, her eyes glowing darkly, “that's for torturing my husband!” Lisa took a few steps backwards, wrapping fingers around her neck as she dropped to the ground—dead. My throat ran dry as my eyes lingered on Lisa in the pool of her own blood. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Felza's neck, “You bastard.” he snatched the dagger from her hands and flinged it away. He slapped her hard, causing a bruise on her lips, “You just killed someone I've been with for years.”

"We save lives every day. Cassandra’s death isn’t on you. She was murdered, Krystie!" Lucian stood slightly behind them, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. His dark eyes softened when they landed on Krystie. He stepped closer and placed his arm on her back protectively. "It is okay sweetheart. I'm here with you. I'll help you to find the real killer, I promise!" Krystie’s lips quivered, but no words came. She felt haunted after watching Cassandra's life slip away just before her eyes. This wasn't the first time he had watched a person die, but Cassandra's took a toll on her.

And we wait. Who killed your father, Luis?

Ian cast a thick wave of light between us and the forest as bullets started to rush toward us. In the darkness, I saw a man with glowing golden eyes. His hair was as blonde as mine was. He looked older than Ian, older than Candido, but the way he moved made him seem longer. “Maker, I—” Damian choked as Francia stabbed him through the heart, and he screeched as fire seemed to consume him from inside. From the look on Candido’s face, he hadn’t been the one to do it.

Those words cut deeper, more lethally, than the force of his grip. He didn't know it, but I did. If I got in his car tonight, the border between Verona City and Ashpoint would be a sea of fire and bullets by dawn. Nikolai would use the South's betrayal as an excuse for a massacre. The Falcone family would be forced into an all-out war. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of soldiers and civilians would die in a conflict that could have been avoided, all for one woman. I met his gaze, forcing my voice to remain steady.

"She called for help, and not only did I hang up on her, but I also mocked her for pulling petty tricks like this." He was shaking violently. "I killed her, Chris. I was the one who sealed her fate with my own two hands." Throat tight with grief, Chris could only hold him closer. After all, any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of such truth and despair. After what felt like an eternity, Connor gradually stopped trembling. He pushed Chris away and staggered to his feet. His face wore an eerie, almost unnatural calm. He took off the uniform jacket that symbolized his role as a patrol officer and draped it gently and carefully over my mutilated body.

She’s the one who got betrayed. [But she did kill Natalia in the past! Even if it hasn’t happened yet in this plot!] [I don’t think Felicity is going to be a villain. She hasn’t done a single thing so far.] [She didn’t even trigger Natalia’s allergy. What if Duncan has misunderstood her?] I turned over and buried my face in my pillow. Oscar’s message popped up. Oscar: I heard your sister’s wedding is coming up. Are you planning to attend it?