Elizabeth Afton Death Novels & Stories

But now, her hope was a ghost, gone with the smoke and silence of the slaughter. Elizabeth hadn’t just attacked the home. She had wiped out the entire village. Over thirty people. Gone. Massacred. This wasn’t bad news. It was the worst news of my life. It was a horror no one should ever wake up to—especially not in the early hours of a supposedly normal morning. It was devastating. No… it was hell. *****

Ash immediately cut Grey off before he could finish his sentence. “You think I'm incapable of doing it?” I could not take it anymore and screamed, “She was your mother! What did you do to Elizabeth?” Ash turned to me and smiled. “I killed her,” he said, then pulled the cabinet open. There was a loud thud as an object fell to the floor. At first, I thought it was a mannequin, but when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized it was Elizabeth's dead body.

She looks at me, then at the envelope, then at the old papers spread across her polished little table. “On the forms your mother filed when she first opened the deposit box.” The room narrows. No, I look down at the back of the photograph again, blue ink, one line. This is when the decision was made. Not the messenger, not Catherine, not Vincent, but my mother. Elena Sinclair wrote on the back of a photograph taken three weeks before I died, which means one impossible thing. She saw this picture after she was supposed to be dead. Arthur just admitted he knew Aurora would be killed. But the worst truth in the room isn’t his. It’s the note on the back of the photograph because the bank manager

"One of them only lasted six hours." I frowned, wondering if he had divorced her within six hours. "What happened to her?" Elizabeth's voice dropped to a whisper, "They say... Master Demetri killed her." It felt like my breathing stopped entirely. Fear drained the color from my face. "These are all just rumors," Elizabeth said quickly when she noticed my expression. "It could all be a lie." But the effect of this huge piece of information had already taken root in my head. As far as red flags went, that one stood at the very top. A chill crept slowly down my spine, making my stomach twist into knots.

Valdez and daughter Essa heading to the cemetery. My chest tightens as I scroll through more articles, each one worse than the last. *SEBASTIAN VALDEZ’S FAMILY TRAGEDY: ANOTHER CASUALTY OF DRUNK DRIVING *SARAH VALDEZ: A LIFE CUT SHORT—SUICIDE OR SOMETHING MORE SINISTER?* *BLOOD ON HIS HANDS: DID SEBASTIAN PUSH HIS WIFE TO COMMIT SUICIDE?* The details of Sarah’s death are chilling. She bled out in the freezing woods of upstate New York, her body succumbing to hypothermia. Some reports call it suicide. Others blame Sebastian, painting him as the villain in a sordid tale of betrayal and despair.

She died one year later. One year after Victoria's visit. One year after the pact at the kitchen table. One year after Rosa had sat across from her husband's mother and made the most pragmatic calculation available to her and sent the woman away with terms. Elena read on. Pneumonia, the death certificate says. I investigated immediately, in the way I should have investigated the accident before you were born. What I found was not clean. The medical record has no connection to anyone in the Ashford orbit that I could identify with certainty. But I did not find the peace of certainty either. And I have carried that uncertainty ever since.

Months later, she returned with a newborn—Celeste—and introduced her to the couple. Elizabeth was devastated. Her own daughter, Eloise, was only six months old at that time. Celeste was already eight months old. To Elizabeth, that was undeniable proof that Simeon had betrayed her. Overwhelmed with heartbreak, she took their child and left. But on that stormy night, the car she was driving suddenly malfunctioned. With the torrential rain and slippery roads, Elizabeth lost control of the wheel. The vehicle crashed into a massive tree. Elizabeth died on impact.

Elizabeth was still alive and very much aware of what was occurring. Tears poured down her ghostly cheeks and my human ones as she proceeded to tell me how the men paid her rapist in coin before tearing at her hair and clothes to make the scene look more like an attack. One of them kicked her hard in the ribs, although she couldn’t explain why. It was that kick that took her life. A rib snapped and when they rolled her over to position her face down, the motion drove the rib into her lung. She was dead not long afterward. Horrified at her story, I vowed to see justice paid for those two murderous thugs and evil Margaret if it was the last thing I did. I summoned Lady Helen to my tent an

Emily stares at the wedding dress Elizabeth had made for her months ago and starts crying. This dress had been made with love but will cause so much heartache. Tomorrow is the celebration. They will all be here under the guise of her wedding. She found out that Elizabeth's parents had been killed by Elred Dereon. Burnt alive by him, just because she called Elizabeth ONCE. This was the final straw for her. She was not going to back down. They all would pay.

she was depressed to height where she first thought of committing suicide however her thought changed when faces of her four children flashed in front of her eyes, she could not bring herself to commit suicide, but rather thought of another way of bringing back Samuel knight in her and her children’s life, she thought of blackmailing Samuel Knight against all crime that he was secretly doing in name of his fashion business. However she was far away from knowing that this was one of her worst decision of her life, because her decision only leads her to her grave. Elizabeth ended up calling Samuel Knight and threaten him to expose him to media if he dared to leave her, on same night just an ho