Elizabeth Afton Death Novels & Stories

"Elizabeth, I know that you are sad, but you know that there is something wrong with the phone call. This is not your fault. I know what I'm saying now may not be very pleasant to listen to, but Adele has died. Even though you're sad, she can't come back to life. You also said that your husband and others had been looking for her for so long, and they have given up. What's more, it's raining heavily now..." She had been studying in A city for several years and knew this city well. The river next to A city was very long, and its lower reaches led to the sea. Since they hadn't found Adele's body for so long, her body must have been moved to the sea by the current.

Afterward, word got around that Elliot had been found dead in his own home, severely burned to death; whoever was responsible for his demise did a masterful job. ONE MONTH LATER, At the graveyard, everyone came to honor Fabian Collins, who used to be a Mafia boss, and his wife, Abby Miller. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked up at the gray sky and thought in my mind, "I hope you're proud of me, Mom and Dad." I brushed away the tears as I cast my gaze upwards. "I really miss you." No one should have to die—not the pregnant woman who was unintentionally implicated in the hit-and-run, nor her husband, who was only trying to help me.

Elizabeth wants all of their attention and if she didn't get what she wants, she'll do something illegal. Trevor's family is now happy that they can finally see their missing son after the long years of searching for him. Elizabeth will be charged for first-degree murder because of her premeditated killing and she'll be imprisoned for a lifetime as a punishment, but she is nowhere to be found. She can't place me at fault now that they found a lot of evidence. Traces of Elizabeth's fingerprints were found on his body, but she was gone, they couldn't catch them yesterday because of the speed boat.

"LOCAL WOMAN FEARED DEAD AFTER CAR FOUND IN RIVER" My hands shook as I clicked the link, not caring about the ruined nail polish. There it was, in clean black and white: Camille Elizabeth Lewis, age 25, presumed dead after her car was discovered in the Morton River early Tuesday morning. No body recovered. Search ongoing. "Oh my God," I whispered, but inside, fireworks were going off. Champagne corks were popping. Every cell in my body wanted to jump up and dance. "Everything okay, Miss Lewis?" Julie asked, concerned about my trembling hands.

Chester pondered for a while before saying, “The guy who stabbed Elizabeth died of a heart attack. However, I came to discover that it wasn’t a heart attack that killed him. “Instead, someone tortured him to death and the news was suppressed. With this in mind, the person behind Elizabeth has to be very powerful. Edward Patton fits the profile.” Sophia thought this made sense. “True. You should look into him and see if you can dig up something. Don’t worry about the two drivers, we have them. Not even Edward’s men can find them here.”

There were photos I recognized from Mom's graduation from Princeton and Dad receiving some engineering award and then there was another one of the two of them beaming at a conference in Geneva. I smiled briefly as I tried not to get too emotional remembering them again. I continued to read the article. “...but what remains most disturbing about the untimely deaths of Eliza and James Winters is the suspicious circumstances surrounding the accident itself. Was it really a mechanical failure or did someone deliberately try to end their lives?” My hands shook the more I continued to read. Murder? What the fuck? The article continued with vague insinuations and theories about them being murdered

Time continued to move forward, indifferent to the grief left behind in Manhattan. Several months had passed since that tragic night on the Brooklyn Bridge. New York had already changed seasons, yet for the Ashford and Collyn families, time seemed frozen at the very moment the black sedan plunged into the depths of the sea.

The pain that Elizabeth felt, could not be described in words, her little sister, Willy, would never see her again with her beautiful sky blue eyes; the men dressed in black lowered the glass coffin, and she led her into the crypt, she would soon have to leave her in the coldness of that place. I promise you, Willy, I swear, I will find that person who killed you- Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes- I will make him pay, I will not rest until I see him sunk in jail paying for your death- the woman wiped her eyes with a violent movement with the handkerchief that had been offered by her fiancé, she should no longer cry

Perhaps it had been a vision of her previous life instead. One thing, however, was certain. No matter how she looked at it, the dream strongly suggested that Natasha had been one of the reasons behind her death. She still didn't fully understand what Elizabeth had said in the dream. The explanation had been incomplete, but one thing she could conclude was that Natasha had played the role of an antagonist in the tragedy that claimed her life. She still had no idea how Natasha had been involved. As far as Ayleen remembered, she had died in a traffic accident.

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.