El Cadáver Dela Novia Película Completa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Billina stood up, carrying the baby in her arms. "I'm sorry. They died in a car crash." informed the police officer in a miserable tone. Billina was in a trance. Grace and Lucas.. just... died? What about their baby? Is this even a joke? "Hello, where my Tesoro baby? Carlos François De Ville is getting married. There's a nozze on its way." Billina and Ashton heard the amused voice of Carlos coming from outside but when he saw the police cars, he immediately walked inside. 'What's wrong, officer?" he asked holding the waist of his girlfriend, Leah.

That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

the officer explained. "Body?" Seraphine repeated. "I don't understand what you're talking about." "Your husband was in a car crash two days ago. He died at the scene," the officer explained softly. The words hit her like a cruel joke. She stood frozen, caught off guard. Her hands curled slightly at her sides. "How is this possible?" She didn't believe it was me lying under the sheet. Step by step, she walked toward the bed, her fingertips trembling as they reached for the edge of the sheet. She paused and then slowly lifted it.

"We've tried. We cannot sense her." Before he could finish, a sharp crack echoed from the altar. The Crimson Heart, the gem symbolizing the queen's life force, shattered into dust before their eyes. Marcus slumped into his chair, his voice trembling. "She has fallen. Isolde... is truly dead." Had it been an ordinary death, necromancy might have brought her back. But the relic shattering meant the complete annihilation of her soul. Just then, the manager of Isolde's private art gallery called.

I studied his lifeless body before kicking him down and watching as his body fell into the river with a satisfied splash. "Something needed to be done," Cady replied, her voice a steady flame. She did not take her eyes off of me. "Why would you let the pack think that you were dead? They had a funeral and everything for you, Craig. Is this so you could be together, you and Carolina?" She looked from me to Carolina accusingly.

“Wear something beautiful tonight, I’m taking my future wife somewhere special. My heart melted. Every single time he calls me his future wife my whole body reacts. I quickly replied. You really enjoy me being nervous. And his reply came fast. I enjoy making you mine. I dropped the phone on my chest. “Oh my God!” “One day this man will kill me with romance.” —— Across the city, Clara sat quietly inside a small restaurant. She stirred her drink slowly while staring at the phone in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the contact she saved in her phone. Adrain Vale. She remembered the exact moment she copied his number from Elena’s phone the previous night, pretending to make a call.

Meanwhile, cameras flashed without pause as Priscilla lay unconscious in the room. "Mr. Carroll, it was her. She gave everything to save your father. She hasn't woken up," someone reported to Samson. "Was she the one with him at the end?" asked Samson. The person replied, "Yes. Mr. Carroll Senior was especially fond of Ms. Jensen." Something unreadable flickered in Samson's eyes at those words. Unfortunately, not even the best specialists could bring a man back from the dead. Albert was pronounced dead not long after.

She cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "Igor must be in a meeting. I'll tell him when he calls me back after the meeting!" I took a deep breath and looked at Renee. "As your lecturer, out of responsibility for you, I'll tell you again. My husband is dead. If the person who got you pregnant told you he was my husband, then you've probably been scammed! Also, I don't know how you got that photo, but Lenis Corporation has been under my leadership in recent years—" "Pfft! Candice, you're so shameless. You can't be trying to say that Lenis Corporation got to where it is today because of your leadership, right?"

Better to burn them all and give myself a clean slate. I struck a match, dropped it on the floor, and walked out without looking back. From across the street, I watched the house go up in flames. The orange glow lit up the whole block. The fire department and the cops would be here soon. They would find a charred body inside—I had paid off a friend at the morgue for an unclaimed female corpse. Isabella Torrino would die in that fire. Isabella Rossi would be reborn somewhere else. My phone rang. It was my mother, Sofia.