Did William Afton Die Novels & Stories

“What about Juliane's life? Could hers have been destroyed? What about mine if William had not shown up to execute the sniper you sent? With that, he shut her up and Silvana just lowered her head in defeat. The delegate could not hide his disappointment when Athos showed him the proof that Silvana was the real killer, and not him. Against his will, he had to handcuff her and put her under arrest, instead of doing it with the man who had denounced his complicity in my mother's schemes to the Federal Police. "William has to be arrested too, for covering up for a murderess," Athos said . — Yes, but I heard he left town earlier today — agreed the deputy — Anyway, I think you are free to do what

The money dropped from the man's hand, he placed one hand on his neck and slowly turned to Ashton, his eyes wide with fear and shock, blood oozed from his mouth and neck, he tried to speak but couldn't, soon he collapsed to the ground, dead. Ashton picked up the money and looked at the man, he was so calm and unbothered about what he's just done. "Sorry man, I take no chances." He thought about what to do with the body, first he thought of taking the body and disposing it, but then he decides against it and instead hid the body somewhere in the parking lot, this might also add more to Adams charges. Done with that, he made sure there was no blood stains on him before leaving.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

"But it changes nothing. You're still going to die. William is still going to suffer. And I'm still going to finally get what I deserve." Outside, tires screeched. A car door slammed. William burst through the warehouse entrance, chest heaving, eyes wild with fear. "Lucy!" He froze when he saw the scene. Grace tied up. Brad with a gun. Webb in the shadows. Lucy standing alone in the middle. "William, don't," Lucy said. "He's going to kill us all." "No," Brad said, suddenly calm again. "Just you two. Dr. Chen and Webb are witnesses. They'll tell the world how the great William Ashcroft and his social-climbing wife died at the hands of the brother he betrayed. My redemption story."

I've been there. Damien made sure to get rid of all his enemies, and he began with Jack Huntington. No one was shocked when he was found dead in his home at the age of fifty-seven. In fact, they were expecting it. After what he did, no one wanted anything to do with him. No one wanted another Ash Rockford. The Huntingtons did not seek revenge. They buried their father and resumed with their lives. If they hadn't, they'd be dead too. The worst is finally behind us.

A few weeks have passed since Evangeline confronted her best friend’s father. Shortly after lunch with Felippa, Evie contacted Alec and let him know about all the conversation she had with Willian. He hung up the phone and in less than ten minutes appeared at the hotel, wanting to get satisfaction with the man. Willian was not killed only by the threat made to Evangeline, as she was able to hold the fury of her beloved and thus give one more chance to Felippa’s father.

They had planned to eliminate Kimberly on that night, however, Antonia ruined their plans. At noon, Antonia had to visit Kimberly and bring her lunch. She didn't want to come, she knew that Kimberly was going to ask about David. She still hasn't moved on from Henry's death. Antonia couldn't dare reveal David's death to her. The Williams family is responsible for the death of David. They had thought that Kimberly kept the files with him and they went to interrogate him. Since she didn't cooperate with them, they decided to eliminate her brother. Antonia watched Kimberly eat her meal. She must've been very hungry. She barely ate any meal for days.

"You stood in the woods while he threatened to send the police in." "I let Vance think I was on his side so he would bring his security team here," Arthur said, taking a ragged breath. "I needed those cars blocking the driveway to draw William's secondary crew out into the open road. If Vance hadn't shown up, William's men would have burned this house down from the back woods two hours ago." Clara took a step forward from the sofa, her dark eyes sharp. "William is dead, Arthur. He died on Highway 9 in the back of a police sedan."

"How?" "I've been investigating Marcus Wolfe for three months. Different case, but your name came up. When I saw the connection to William Ashford, I started looking deeper." She opens her notebook. "Your father's death was ruled a suicide. Drove his car off a bridge. But the autopsy report never sat right with me." "Why not?" "Bruising inconsistent with the crash. Traces of sedatives in his system. And the bridge he supposedly jumped from? Security cameras were conveniently offline that night." She looks at me. "I think someone killed your father and staged it to look like suicide."

If that was fear, then none of them had shown the courage I had. Dad buried William in the backyard as well. Then he carefully cleaned himself up and went straight to the police station. He said he wanted to see me. The police agreed. I watched as he carefully counted every wound on my body. He nodded in satisfaction. "They all match." Then he turned to the officer beside him and said, "I killed them." The officer froze. "I buried them in my backyard," Dad continued calmly. "You might want to check the basement too. The weapons are all there. There are quite a few. I can't remember exactly."