Did William Afton Die Novels & Stories

William was gone. Bella groaned somewhere nearby, coughing. “Where is he?” Fiona forced herself up. “Find him!” Darwin was already scanning the area, his expression dark. “No body.” Bella clutched her arm. “You think he…?” Fiona’s jaw tightened. “No.” She knew William. This wasn’t how he died. And as she stood there, surrounded by fire and smoke, she knew one thing for certain. This wasn’t over. Not yet.

I instinctively replied, "Timothy's dead. Agatha killed him." He was stunned when he heard that as well. Since he had been busy with work and had just come out of the meeting room, he hadn't heard the news yet. Agatha killing Timothy with her own hands was truly shocking. Even someone like William couldn't help being surprised when he heard it. He thought he had heard me wrong and thought it was impossible. After all, Agatha loved Timothy with all of her heart. When William returned to his senses and saw how serious I was, he knew it was true. Then, he lamented, "I guess anything is possible when you've lived long enough."

William exclaimed, "Are you out of your mind? The police are coming up to the attic right now, are you going back to your death?" Robert said, "William, Theodore's health was so poor, he struggled to deal with those policemen." William said, "Oh, you underestimate your son too much. Even if it was a few policemen, he could still escape, let alone the King of Heaven himself." Robert, however, remained stubborn, “I did not run away." William was furious, “You finally met Thorne after so much effort, and now you're rushing to your death. He will be even more devastated. Do you know that?"

William said in rage. "Mr. and Mrs. Wright are dead. Isn't that what you guys wanted?" Angel replied. He got alarmed and defensive when he smelled the killer aroma coming from Mr. William. "But the girl is not dead, and it's all because you put your emotion above your people. The task was that none of the Wright family should be alive yet because of your involvement in the situation we have one member still breathing!" Mr. William uttered. He got up from the sofa and took a few steps forward towards Angel, and Angel withdrew two steps backward.

Still the blood had refused to rewrite the past. Victor Langford died on the wet concrete of a loading dock that smelled of river and rust, surrounded by strangers who would remember him only as a case number and a set of charges that would now never reach trial. No family claimed the body that night. No one sat with him. The rain continued, steady and without opinion.

When nobody said anything back, he finally looked up and saw Mom gaping at him in disbelief. "Mom? Dad? What's the matter?" Dad's voice was hard as steel. "Don't you know? Zach is dead. I handled his body myself. So tell me, how could a man who's been dead for over ten days have beaten you up?" William went pale. When Anne walked in, William felt like she was his saving grace. "Anne! I'm not lying… Zach beat me up." Anne had always doted on him and taken his side, but this time, she didn't defend him. Her eyes fixed on the phone in his pocket, and in an instant, she grabbed it.

While they were talking, the police car had already stopped in front of the villa. Zhac Martin jumped off the car, walked in front of William and took out the arrest warrant, "Mr. William, please come with us." "Who's dead?" William asked indifferently. "Natalie." William nodded and patted Elise White's shoulder, "Don't worry, I will be fine. You can pacify the others at home. " "Riche …" "Be good, I'm fine." After William finished, he walked calmly onto the carriage.

After a while, the sound of police cars started sounding from afar, breaking the gunfire and demanding William's retreat. As his car drove off, William had no idea if Samuel could have survived all those bullets. But he desperately prayed that he didn't. Two days after the shootout, he didn't hear anything. Then words came from the police that Samuel Curtez was found dead in one of the hotel rooms. William was all but happy about this news until he received a letter from his mail two nights after the news of his death. In the letter was written: "don't think this is over, Willy, cause it's not. And I will come for you."

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

CHAPTER 42 AUTHORESS’S POV Even on those rare rainy days where New York experience a heavy downpour, there have never been such gloom. Williams sat in an open coffin as the Rev sprinkled holy water and said some prayers that nobody seemed to be listening to. Everyone was shocked, it wasn’t a matter of grief this time, well Emberlynn of course and her father’s close staff were in grief but for the rest of the thousand plus it was shock. The great William Smith tripped over his feet in his mansion and fell to his instant death that was what the hospital staff said, there was no chance of survival, it was instant, he didn’t have a chance at life after that fall.