Died Annie Martell Denver 2017 の小説・ストーリー

“That’s the problem, Martha. I think she does know me. I think Annie Yin… is Annie McBrown.” Martha nearly drove the car into a ditch. Her hands flew to the wheel as she slammed the brake, bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. “WHAT?! What the hell do you mean?!” “I mean what I said.” Judith’s voice was hoarse, venomous. “Annie McBrown. The girl from years ago. The girl who destroyed my life. She’s back. And now she goes by Annie Yin.” Martha’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious? You’re not just saying this out of guilt or paranoia or—?”

"This can't be. MARRT belongs to the Martelli. One of them runs it currently" "Unless Alexander Williams is a fake. Real name is Christian Martelli, first of two children. His sister was said to have died at a young age, with no records of her burial. He was reported dead after a ship he boarded never returned. Christian Martelli left, and Alexander Williams returned. Anthony Martelli, the current chairman is believed to be a cousin." "But that's still impossible. I mean there should be records and stuff like that." "Not for an undocumented illegal immigrant who is believed to have been lost at sea. You'll be surprised what one could do with a few surgeries."

I say with all glory stuck in my voice as Matteo weirdly smirks at me. I instantly googled her name on my MacBook The beautiful Anne Marie Delvey, also known as Maria. C. Delvey was born in the year April 7, 1989, in frankfurt Germany, only child and sole heiress of german and multi-billionaire best and most popular shipbuilding late mogul, Mrs. AnneMira. D. Schwarz Delvey. The young and beautiful Delvey earned her engineering degree at Yale University with flying colors.

NEWS REPORT “Mrs. Suzan Anderson, a renowned celebrity known for owning multiple spas and boutiques across the country, has passed away. She died on the 18th of May, 2027, after a battle with cervical cancer. Her family is currently in deep grief and mourning. Many have described her as a kind and generous woman—indeed, a philanthropist. Several public figures, including Mrs. Joan Wilson, have expressed their condolences. She will be remembered for her impact and compassion.

That was how I survived. “Mateo…” The voice snapped me back. High-pitched. Irritating. I turned. The secretary at the gym stood in the doorway. Annie Her trench coat was belted tight, heels clicking on the marble. From the fitting, it was obvious she wore nothing underneath. I’d forgotten to change the passcode. That was on me. She smiled, coy and dangerous. “You didn’t tell me you were married.” Her nails trailed up my cheek. I pulled away instantly, fury burning. “Annie. Leave. We’ve been over for a long time. I have a wife.”

Mattie fell to the ground. I couldn't bear to look at her. I couldn't bear to look. My eyes shut tight, but the tears still poured forth. I fell down. Meanwhile, Patricia grabbed me, shouting in my ears. "Athena! We have to run!" But I couldn't move. He killed her. Styker Marsden killed my friend. Just like Marc and Ximena who died, Mattie had died, too. I was losing everyone I loved because I didn't have the power.

I said. He looked at Anna again. “Family protects family.” The words settled deep in my chest. I hesitated before asking, “Kristoff?” Matt didn’t hesitate. “He died before they could get him to the hospital.” I stared at him. “They cremated him this morning.” “You saw it?” I asked quietly. Matt held my gaze. “I did more than see it. I supervised it. I watched him burn.” He didn’t say it cruelly. Just factually. I exhaled.

We all stood aside and allowed the nurses to bag Antony Dallas, and wheeled Mary Antoinette, and Anastasia Dallas to the intensive care unit. Mary Antoinette had all her brand new organs now, Anastasia Dallas was missing ovaries and had newly reconstructed ureters, but she will live -– albeit with a few complications.

One thing was certain though; she will destroy them. Removing her jacket, she called the orderly inside and demanding washing material. As she was about to start the cleansing ritual, the door burst opened. Aaron and Benji enters. “Annie…” She suddenly collapses into both their arms. “Are you ready, Annie?” Aaron stood solemnly waiting for her to say her final goodbye. The only people who attended the funeral, was her and the two men she trusted the most. The bishop redeemed himself when he did the final prayer. She realized this was more for her well-being but she was thankful.

I'm saying it because the woman you are right now—she's not the woman I fell in love with. "That woman is dead," Annie said flatly, and she was standing now, her voice rising with each word. "She died in that warehouse when her mother was shot. She died when she realised that being soft gets you killed. She died, Killian. And this—" She gestured at herself, at her bald head and hard eyes and the lean muscle she'd developed from relentless training. "This is what's left. This is what survives." "Annie, please—" Killian started to stand, but Annie was backing away now, her voice reaching a volume that made him wince.