El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

“ Adio! “ Said Kilaila, approaching. Ádio smiled: “ Kilaila! Such as? Kilaila said nothing. Ádio: “ Sorry, I know you're going through a difficult time! If I had known you would be like this, I wouldn't have said it... Kilaila: “ No, you opened my eyes! He deceived me! Ádio: “ I lost control too! Kilaila:” Adio… Ádio: “ Yes… Kilaila: “ How did this happen? How did he kill them, what was his motive? Ádio: “ I don’t know why! But Mary was his first wife and he shot straight into her heart. Kilaila:” My God… Ádio: “ He suffocated Josefina with a fishing line and Cecilene, he pushed down the stairs! He killed them on their wedding night!

The rows of flowers bearing Elvis's name left Elena speechless. He really was dead because Jayden killed him. The woman, dressed in a long black dress, walked slowly into the building. Her brown eyes watched Jayden and Aria embrace each other in front of Elvis's coffin. Elena's stomach churned as she saw Jayden sobbing uncontrollably. She had to cover her mouth as her stomach churned even more. Elena couldn't stand the scene anymore, which was truly making her feel suffocated. She then ran out of the house to the nearest restroom, throwing up everything she felt like she was going to burst out.

Therefore, until just now, Cade hadn’t figured out what Rosa meant to him. Even though he was now at the end of his rope, Rosa was still willing to be with him. Moreover, to save him, Rosa was willing to give her own life. She didn’t hesitate to block the knife with her own body. Only then did Cade suddenly realize that he was deeply in love with her from the bottom of his heart. If possible, one day, he would marry this woman and give her his name. However, none of that was possible now. Eventually, Rosa’s hand fell down lifelessly. She had died in the arms of the man she loved the most.

even the last few seconds. I looked to where the coffin was, closed and with a large wreath of white roses on top of it. Ada was looking at him between painful sobs, now without her husband and only son. Next to her, Celina, who arrived in the middle of the procession, held by Gregório and devastated to the point that everyone noticed — to the point that many still judge her for her pain to someone who doesn't even know what she did to her. Celina and Ada joined in the final seconds of the prayer, both crying as the coffin began to descend... increasingly disappearing.

“Leon’s dead.” I stopped breathing. “No,” I whispered. He was our wedding officiant. I saw him a few hours ago. “You’re lying. You’re—” “He died on his way home,” Caden said, grinning. “Plane accident.” Dahlia giggled, “The timing is incredible, isn’t it?” Caden smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. There’s something off in how thrilled he looks—too bright, too intense, like he’s buzzing beneath his skin. “You’re useless now,” he added. “Just dead weight.”

Glistening under the yellow light from the glass chandelier above them, his precious wife… His Selena was lying in there, wearing the exact wedding gown she had worn that morning and her eyes were closed. The lips he had teased so much is now pale, so was her face and…. She was dead. No other word to describe it. His wife was dead and she now lays in the coffin, right in the middle of what should be the home they would share as husband and wife. People around him, his mother, her mother, and all their friends and family were standing around the coffin. Sobbing and painful noises could be heard coming out of them.

“The plan worked perfectly. Ethan went to the morgue. He saw the inscription. He confirmed it was you.” “Did he arrange a funeral?” I asked quietly. Mrs. Catalina shook her head. “He said it wasn’t his responsibility.” I looked down at my daughter and smiled. “Good.” “As far as the world knows, Serena Cadwell and her baby are dead. Both of you.” Eleanor stared up at me with those beautiful eyes — eyes that looked too much like her father’s, but carried my fight. “What now?” Mrs. Catalina asked. I kissed Eleanor’s warm forehead, breathing in her sweet baby smell.

The news had shattered his world. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the headlines were impossible to ignore. "Bright Heir Ethan Bright Engaged to Mystery Fiancée Revealed as Cecilia Lancaster-Blackwood Presumed Dead for Five Years!" "Leaked Gala Photos Confirm: The Woman Thought Lost in Tragic Crash is Alive and in Love!" "Cecilia Alive: The Shocking Return of Adrian Blackwood's Ex-Wife!"

" Her voice was gentle, her delicate hands rhythmically patting my back. My soul felt warm and cozy, my mind a bit fuzzy. I nearly drifted off to sleep. Caden sat on the floor. His shoulders shook, tears spilling onto my face and quickly turning to ice in the chill of the morgue. The staff member urged him to move on. His hands trembled. He looked at the staff member, lost. "Her name is Vanessa. She's my wife." The staff member gave a sympathetic nod. "Yes, Mr. Hall, we've checked all the details. She's definitely Vanessa, your wife." Despite his disbelief, my body lay before him, undeniable. He sat next to me, waiting for the hearse. Unzipping the backpack, he found a medical report.

She gave me a gentle nod and I sighed. “Yes, I have one. My Fiancée was killed and her belly ripped open. My child, the fetus was ripped out of her belly and I got there at the time the killer was getting away. Nora, literally died in my arms, and her blood was everywhere and the fetus was laid beside her. She was murdered. And I still have not been able to get over her death.” I said and he nodded while writing in his notepad. “Nora, your Fiancée. How often do you think about her?” He asked again.