El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

He brought over his laptop and played a video recorded five years ago when the will was made. "Ms. Rodriguez was in sound mental condition at the time, with clear awareness. The will was notarized and carries full legal validity. "At the time, Ms. Rodriguez specifically told me that Ms. Weber cared for her with more dedication than even her own son. She believed her assets should go to Ms. Weber." Just as he finished speaking, the meeting room door opened. A middle-aged couple walked in. It was Steven and Sophia from the village. They came over as soon as they saw us.

Of all the things she could have said, that was the last thing he would have ever expected to hear from her. "Sonja told you?" It wasn't a question, really. Just a bewildered statement. "She showed me the pictures, too!" Cadence nodded, a look of disgust in her eyes. "Did she also tell you that René died in a boating accident with her lover six months into our union? Did she show you pictures of her funeral too?" Luca asked, and when he didn't get an answer from her, he continued, "I didn't think so. Goodbye, Cadence!"

“We think that Selena took her. She was Jared’s girlfriend and they didn’t break up on good terms. So we are going to show you her picture and then you can help us find her “Dean added. “Yeah …. We can’t reach her and time is running out already. Isaac has already spent far too much time outside and we need her back ASAP. What we want to tell her is that Celine is no longer in the picture, she can come and marry Jared as soon as she can. He is all ready to say the vows.” “But what happen to Celine when she comes back?” Lexi pretended to ask. “We killed her. A person doesn’t come back from the dead.” Ivan replied and the woman got dumbfounded. “The truth of the matter was that we never really

She left a heart-wrenching suicide note, her words dripping with unrequited love for Ezekiel. [If I have to watch you marry someone else, I'd rather die.] Ezekiel collapsed in grief, but three days later, he proposed to me. "I've lost Giselle. I can't lose you, too. Marry me." His pain felt so raw that I couldn't say no. But on our wedding night, he hacked me with a knife. "You vile woman! Giselle died because of you. Time to feel her pain! If it weren't for you, I'd have seen my true feelings. She'd have been alive."

“You’re my wife. My mate. My everything. That doesn’t change. Ever.” We kissed as the sun rose. Golden light is painting everything beautifully. Perfect. Right. That afternoon, we flew home. Back to reality. Back to the fight. Cade met us at the airport. One look at his face told me something was wrong. “What happened?” Lycian asked immediately. “Richard Marsh is dead. Murdered three days ago. Shot in his home. No suspects. No witnesses.” Cade’s expression was grim. “But there’s more. He left something for Elowen. A package. With instructions to open it only if he died.”

It wasn't the loud howling that shook the mighty castle, it was the unfortunate death of the new queen. It was supposed to be a joyful night for the newly wedded. The Alpha king and the Luna Queen had retired into their new room in the castle hours after getting married when the unfortunate incident happened. Luna Queen Qetiyah was murdered in cold blood in the king's chamber. Her eyes were wide open when the king walked into his chamber. Her throat was slit opened and Her royal wedding dress was ripped leaving her stark naked with multiple cuts on her stomach. They had promised themselves forever but it seems death had something in the plan for them. Luna Queen Qetiyah's death came as a sho

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Roscoe had reported that when his wife died, she and her other colleagues stepped in and helped. When I came out, she was finished taking it and just lying there. “Sorry, I called Mathew to check up on him and Adrian. He has really bad depression. When she died, he just checked out; he was like a ghost,” she said. I got into bed with her and pulled her in close. "I don't mind. He’s your friend, and that’s okay.” “Nonna is a force. They are planning our wedding; we just need to give them a date,” she said.

In the darkness, a suffocating weight crashed down on me, sending sharp, agonizing pains radiating through my chest. It all made sense now. Celia Ashford had been the one who told my wife, Emilia Sinclair, to abuse me, only to pursue me herself and woo me into giving up everything and faking my death just so we could be together. The woman who'd promised to marry me was planning to hold a wedding with Wyatt Mercer right after burying me alive.

The lighting was soft, romantic, and damning. "This photo, along with several others, will be released to the press tomorrow morning. The timing is... inconvenient." His breath stirred her hair as he spoke, and she caught another hint of that intoxicating cologne. Zara studied the image more carefully, trying to ignore his proximity. "Let me guess—the woman isn't your girlfriend?" "She's my brother's wife." Adrian's voice could have frozen flame, though his body remained warm against her side. "Or rather, she was, until her tragic death last year. She was found lying dead in her kitchen. These photos were taken three months before her death."