Did Mac Miller Commit Suicide Novels & Stories

"We have a problem. A big one." "What is it?" I asked, as I felt a small prickle of annoyance. "The investigator. Miller." I leaned back. "What about him? Did you find him?" "Yes, sir," the man said, his voice shaking. "We did find him, but we didn't.” I frowned. “What do you mean by you did find him but you didn't? What are you talking about?" I growled. "We found his body, sir. Under the Blackwood Bridge. But Alpha... he didn't just die. He was executed.”

"But those wastes of space from the Miller family... I'll deal with them slowly." "When I'm done playing with them, I'll come for you." The line went dead. I looked at Ethan. "He's shifting his target to the Millers." "I know," Ethan nodded. "That's exactly what we wanted." "Let the dogs tear each other apart. We'll just sit back and watch." By evening, the news had updated again. Miller & Associates had officially declared bankruptcy. Richard Miller had been admitted to the ICU after suffering another heart attack. Liam's law license was temporarily suspended by the New York State Bar Association, pending investigation.

"I heard so many shots. It was like a warzone. I can’t believe something like this happened here." Speculations ran wild. News anchors speculated that the attack might have been a targeted hit against Alexander Blake, citing his high profile status and powerful enemies. Others painted a darker picture, linking the incident to Sarah's background and questioning if her connection to the Millers had played a role. The most heart wrenching footage came from the Miller House itself. Emergency responders were seen carrying out the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Miller, their faces covered, as somber officials confirmed their deaths. Back in his hospital room, Alexander lay propped against the bed, his pal

even before the word could be completed and Archer could tell that he would rather broke his ties with Max and not stand against the mafia lord Lucifer Miller with him, a sharp bullet stabbed the middle of his forehead and there, Max stood with his hand stretched out with a gun as small waves of smoke escaped the hole of the gun. This act of his freaked the others out such that their entire face ran wet with sweat. "Kevin, throw this traitor out of my sight." Max tucked the gun on the back under his jeans while his eyes ran on the remaining nineteen men's faces. "Look gentlemen, I did not call you here to get a NO as your answer. Lucifer Miller had killed our families. His fucking son raped

I poured another glass. “I’m fine if you want to keep your secret,” he said. I gave him a half-smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “There’s no secret, Mario. I killed him. I was the one who ended that motherfucker’s life.” Mario froze. The cigar paused mid-air. His eyes narrowed. “Come again, my friend?” I didn’t flinch. Just leaned forward, lit my cigar, inhaled, and breathed out. “You heard me. It wasn’t Leonardo. It was me. I put a bullet through Collin Miller’s skull. And my stepfather stood there. And watched.”

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

Michael POV: I got the news on my way to the office, it started as a rumor from here and there, before it was finnaly confirmed. Former Mayor Merrill had commited suicide, he had left a note confirming it was a suicide and no one was connected to his death. He said his conscience of how he ran the town for the last couple of years was killing him and he thinks he had to end to it all.

I took a seat in the front row, Hope quiet and watchful in her carrier. Christian cleared his throat, his voice strong and clear as he began to speak. "Good morning. Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I have several announcements to make today, announcements that I know will come as a shock to many of you." He paused, his eyes scanning the room before continuing. "First, I regret to inform you that Frederick Miller, former CEO of Miller Group, passed away two weeks ago while under psychiatric care. The official cause of death has been ruled as suicide."

This time, he would stay with her and watch his child grow up. "Boss, you need to see this." Jose said urgently as he hurried over and handed Xander his phone. They both frowned before looking at the screen. When they saw the news headline, they immediately straightened in their seats. "Crystal Miller and Emma Miller committed suicide in jail. The police discovered their bodies this morning. It was…" "What?" They were shocked. Ariadne’s hand trembled at the news. "Hey, relax. Calm down." Xander held her gently.

Not because I couldn’t—but because I was tired. Tired of this house. Tired of these people. I was tired of being invisible. Two years ago, Nathan Mills—CEO of Mills Corporation and the man I loved, had been involved in a fatal car accident that severely left a huge wound on his head. The doctors said it was a miracle he survived at all. He didn’t die, but he might as well have. He slipped into a coma that swallowed him whole, taking everything with it. Everyone else moved on. I didn’t.