El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

She better not say this in front of Reagan, who waited for his mate for 400 years and she died on the third day that they met. Finding his mate is definitely not the most simple way. “She’s no more,” I mumbled slowly as I remembered the bad incident again. “What?!” Eira exclaims. “Didn’t he just find her about a week ago?” She asked in surprise, her eyes widening. “Yes, a week ago. She was killed by rogues on the day of their wedding. I came to find you two days after we found her body under the cliff.” I replied as I bent my head in sadness.

"She's—she's not well." "Not well?" Isabella's expression sharpened. "What did you do, Dante?" "I didn't—" He stopped. Started again. "Her husband came. I let them see each other. He—he killed himself. In front of her. And she tried to follow." Isabella was quiet for a moment. Then: "Show me." Dante led her to his bedroom. Opened the door. Novalee lay in the bed. Wearing Dante's shirt. The collar around her throat. Staring at nothing.

"I told her everything straight away. Being so direct will help her grow up and act like the adult that she is." Cade said to me. I hug Cade and tell him that I know this must be very difficult for him as well. He tells me that he never really got over the fact that his child has killed the love of his life, even though all this time he thought Layla was dead as well. As I was talking to Cade, Dracono shows up with Annabelle and Damon.

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.

She added getting up to stand on her feet. Ravenna closed her eyes as tears fell freely from it. "I'm sorry." she whispered and there was no movement from her anymore. The corpse's poisoned flowers came out from her mouth, ears and body which made Adelena smile widely. Plucking one of the corpse flower it made and inhale it and then proceed to face Osiris and the others. "It is done." she announced and left the sitting room, climbing the staircase. "Are you sure she is dead?" Osiris asked, staring at his late wife's body, unmoved by it.

POV: AUDREY. BACKGROUND SONG: GHOST TOWN by BENSON BOONE. The view in front of me only shattered my heart even more. Alexander, with his mom's picture in hand, walked down the aisle to her grave. His big frame was draped in black tailored pants and a shirt, the base of his hair barely visible through the black hat. A little bit ahead of us was her coffin, balanced on the shoulders of six abled men. It reminded me of Jimmie, and tears streamed down my eyes. She didn't even get to have a proper funeral because of my parents greed.

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.

With the help of their security system, they are capable of knowing the truth. As soon as they stopped at the cemetery, Clyde knew that he wasn't ready for the truth. "We found out that your wife is already dead, sir. And Yvette Martinez is none other than your wife’s twin. They’re both dropped off at the same orphanage, but they were separated when Yvonne was adopted by her wealthy family, and Yvette, who’s also adopted by a well-off family, also died.” Clyde froze as soon as he saw the engraved name of his wife in the tomb and the date, which is five months ago.

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."