El Cadáver Dela Novia Novels & Stories

I said and Darius seemed torn. “Maybe I should tell you," he said and ran his right hand through his beautiful ginger hair that had been styled and after he did that, the waves went back to place and I was fascinated. Darius’ beauty and grace will never stop to amaze me. “Kael's girlfriend, Carlotta, was found dead last night. Her throat had been gutted out as if it had been ravaged by a forsaken. She was found behind the palace near where you went to visit your mother's grave," I couldn't speak.

But, the biggest shock of all, was that the woman lying dead on the ground was his ex. His wolf instantly on alert, so many thoughts and questions going through their mind. If his ex was dead, who killed her, how long had she been here, was she the one who had actually sent the note, if not her, then who? “Fuck…!” He growled, standing up, dropping the sheet. “I’m sorry…” Matt spoke. Cade acknowledged his brother’s apology, even though his ex was a real bitch, it didn’t help seeing her tortured and killed like this.

All of the guests began shouting angrily as well. "What is the hotel doing?! How can they make such a mistake? We should lodge a complaint!" "Mr. Carter spent so much on this wedding. Is this how the hotel manages things?! This is bad luck!" The staff in the lead ignored the angry shouting. "Condolences, Mr. Carter.” "She committed suicide yesterday afternoon by jumping off the building. It was an instant death. This is the body of your wife, Whitney Summers." The hall turned silent instantly. Eric laughed in anger. He strode forward.

For precisely three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. The void stirred around us, memories drifting past like paper lanterns. I saw myself at my wedding, young and stupid in white. Then in Adrian's study, telling him about the baby. His smile as he handed me the poisoned drink. "He killed me." The words were bitter ash. "My husband murdered me." "And your father helped plan it." Santa Muerte's skeletal fingers danced in the air, tracing out for me visions of secret meetings and whispered conversations. "The Constantine family had to have you die to make their alliance with Judge Castillo's daughter."

she demanded, snatching them. “Read it,” I said, irritation rising in my chest. “My God… it says here… it says they were never actually married. It’s all a fake… a farce! Is this true? Is this real?” she gasped, her eyes wide. “Yes, it’s true. As you can read there, my private investigator did his research thoroughly. Cade never married Emily. She is nothing but a cover-up he invented to deceive us, to stop us from forcing him into marriage with Isabel,” I revealed.

“It d-doesn’t matter. I want the potion that I’ve been finding all these years.” “For what purpose, Zarion?” I swallowed a lump on my throat. Did she know what happened to her granddaughter? Everyone knew about Luna Cassidy’s death. “Cassidy is dead—my wife, your granddaughter, is gone. I don’t think I can continue to live without my mate either.”

In my past life, my husband rushed back in time to save me. But Wynne, devastated by his abrupt departure, drowned her sorrows in alcohol and passed out outside a bar. She fell into the hands of a group of vile men who assaulted her through the night. The next morning, she woke in a cheap motel and, overwhelmed with despair, leapt from its rooftop. When I learned the news, I dragged my fragile, traumatized body to pay my respects at her grave. However, Michael pressed my head down and forced me to kneel until my forehead was bloodied and raw.

What great joy! “Yes, my lady. He was found dead in his study this morning. The Royal Inquisition is currently investigating the cause.” “I see... I’m sure he died of natural causes, given the shock he received yesterday...” Edelfina stated. Indeed, yesterday was also a joyful event. Edelfina had left the castle early on the day before to fret somewhere. She didn’t want to bump into that Andry girl in her wedding dress, and she wasn’t invited to her uncle’s wedding.

Lorey gathered the dirty dishes, put them back in the food tray and left the room to give the couple some privacy. Alpha Callum settled in the chair, facing the bed, gazing down at Clarice. "Are you ready to hear the bad news?" he asked. "I'm ready. Bring it on," Clarice replied bravely, bracing herself for the bad news. Alpha Callum cleared his throat. No need to sugarcoat his words. "While your husband married another woman in a lavish ceremony, a few men were digging your grave in the cemetery, burying an empty coffin in it. Then an epitaph bearing your name was placed on your grave after the burial was finished. In short, in Alpha Bruce's household you are declared officially dead."

She was about to answer it when the ringing stopped. At that moment, news popped up on the screen. "Cedrick's ex-wife died! Recently, he has been photographed going to a luxury hotel with his new love..." "The messy love affairs of the rich! A few days ago, Catelyn, the Atherton family's granddaughter, was rumored to have fallen into the river. It's unclear if she's still alive, but the court has announced her death because Cedrick is going to marry his new man..." 'Fell into the river? Announced my death? Went to a hotel with his new love?'