Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Afton Death

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.

“Then... Is there any news about Agnes, were they caught?” “She’s dead,” Noah’s answer made Celene’s eyes widen, for a moment, she was speechless as she tried to process the information. “Last night’s police pursuit ended in tragedy when their van careened into the barricade of the skyway bridge and plunged into the water.” “Their bodies were discovered this morning.” Noah added, “Agnes was dead,”

Stan says. “What about Candi?” Kinsley asks. Stan turns to look at all of us. “I think Candi is simply a distraction. They believed Kinsley would be dead after the rogue bite; however, they had intended for it to be Elizabeth who got bit and died. Somewhere in all of this it comes down to Elizabeth. I think we need to follow that trail,” he offers.

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.

And a video file, twenty-three minutes long, timestamped six years ago. Jenny opened the coroner's report first. Cause of death: drowning. Location: Hynes family estate, private lake. Date: six years ago, August. Toxicology: blood alcohol content 0.21 — nearly three times the legal limit. No signs of foul play. Manner of death: accidental. She read the police summary. Witness statements from the Hynes family's household staff. All consistent. Elise had been drinking. She went for a swim alone, late at night. The staff found her body at dawn.

I was trembling when I saw the final paper. It was a copy of the hidden autopsy report. I had erased it too. But I was too naive too realize Isabella was a IT genius. Cause of Death: Positional Asphyxiation. Time of Death: 8:45 PM. At the very end of the report, in the white margin, Isabella had written one final note in red ink: "You put her back in that crib so you could finish. You chose your lust over her life. You killed Elena. Now you’ve killed me. Enjoy your freedom, Mateo.”

Regardless, I had to calm my nerves as Paul walked out of the palace and sat on Nathaniel’s throne. Elizabeth, with her arms and legs tied up, was led to the execution site as her soon to be killer followed her, with a black veil covering their face. Four guards accompanied the two of them as a small, chubby, sandy haired old man walked up and announced her ‘crimes’. “Crowned Princess Elizabeth Chrysanthemum III of Ceres has been declared guilty of the assasination of King Harold Victorium V and Queen Anise Deluos of Pasiphae as well as King Alexander Tyler IV and Queen Madeline Green of Ceres.”