Ernesto Dela Cruz Death Novels & Stories

I thought the legal ordeal would be easier and shorter, but it wasn’t because of the intervention of the Marín de la Cruz family. They tried to build a case against me, accusing me of killing Cristian and Eduardo in cold blood. The investigation did not favor them, and I was cleared of all charges. The joy of having no legal matters pending was overshadowed by Eduardo’s death. It wasn’t sudden. Little by little, his involuntary movements diminished; his temperature kept dropping, as did his pulse and blood pressure, among other signs.

They handed me a paper and found out it was a police report. JUAN DELA CRUZ 43 YEARS OLD TIME OF DEATH: 9:30 AM FOUND DEAD IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH 44 STABS A BUSINESS MAN AND OWNS MULTIPLE COMPANIES. If so, Juan dela Cruz was a wealthy businessman. No wonder someone wanted to kill him. "It was indeed a murder. There were no missing belongings of the dela Cruz. But the question is, who would have done that to a philanthropist like him?" the policeman even held his chin while saying that.

When he saw Chris' name on the screen, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face. "Hello?" "Connor, we found a dismembered body during our patrol by the southern riverbank." On the morning I was killed, Connor had told me to help Vivian with the ceremony preparations. I refused and told him I had already promised to volunteer at the orphanage in the southern district. "The ceremony isn't over yet. I'll go tomo—" Chris gently interrupted him, "Even though the face was destroyed, one of the severed hands was wearing the bracelet you gave Sylvia."

Then she swallowed and finally said it, "Eron Castile has just been reported dead."

Yeah, he forgets he's too old for that stuff. And Julie, according to Cole, didn't seem to care. She had moved on with her flashy life, pretending that the divorce was the best thing that ever happened to her, and that she'd never been happier or freer. Yeah, more like bitchier than ever. Then there was Ernesto, the person considered important but the only one missing from the funeral. Fortunately for everyone involved, he was still being held in the station, awaiting trial. The judges didn't really buy the "self-defense crap" he and his lawyers were peddling. He'd almost killed Alejandro, who was in prison but at least alive, and he had actually killed two other men or so. They'd pulled up

Godric said with a grin. "Yes! Your sister is getting married. You should look for preparations." Jenoah said to Angelo. Ernesto looked down at his wrist. He was getting late. "I'll take my leave." Saying, he turned to the door, not waiting for their response. "Ernesto! You shouldn't forget how Bianchi and Moretti killed your mother." Jenoah reminded him. His jaw locked. "You don't need to remind me that, Jenoah." He snapped and stormed out. His stride halted seeing them seated, Armando nervously tapping on the wooden table.