Evan Afton Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

She picked up her faux files and followed Evan out into the hall. He pushed the door shut and rubbed at his brow. "What?" she snapped. Evan lifted his eyes and looked at her. "Robert's dead." "What?" Her jaw dropped, and she stared at him. The last she'd seen of Robert, he'd been pale and breathing hard, but he was hanging in there. The doctors said he had a long road to recovery. "Overnight. He went into cardiac arrest and...died." Evan dropped his hands to his side. "I'm sorry. I know he was a big piece of the puzzle."

"Our team just cleared Room 308 at the Express Inn. We found Evan's body inside. “Estimated time of death is roughly three days ago. The cause of death was an acute drug overdose." I knit my brows. "An overdose?" "Yes. It appears he had recently relapsed. We recovered drug paraphernalia, a small stash, and Victoria's phone charger in the room. “Our preliminary theory is that Evan suffered severe drug-induced hallucinations, got into a physical altercation with Victoria and strangled her to death. "Then he returned to his motel room, hit a severe withdrawal spike, and shot up another dose.

Chapter 29 – The Accusation Sera’s POV I sat in the dimly lit living room, my fingers tightening around the rim of my untouched coffee mug. The news of Ethan’s death had spread like wildfire. The entire city was talking about it—Ethan Carter, the untouchable businessman, had fallen to his death from his own penthouse balcony. The police hadn’t wasted any time launching an investigation. Of course, they wouldn’t. Ethan was too powerful, too connected for his death to be brushed aside. And now, they were looking for someone to blame.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

She held him and they left. I looked at Mr. Evan, who was seated on a wheelchair, and he nodded at me. Seems their presence here was uncomfortable for him as well. He had gotten a stroke due to the trauma of Easton's death, and they left him to die. Fortunately, Maven was there and had taken him to the hospital. How could his wife and son be that ruthless to him? I turned to the grave as they covered it up. Emily held my hand and walked me away from there. At this point, I knew I was in trouble. How do I survive?

I muttered and he glanced at me. “What?” “Evan.” He batted his lashes in shock and I saw a lump in his throat. “Evan was the one who tried to kill me, he was the one who tampered with my brakes.” His jaw fell open as he stared at me in dismay. “I guess he has been making life unbearable for you,” I said and he sighed out, shutting his eyes. “He is also responsible for the death of Sherry Thompson and Helen Connor,” I replied and he gasped out in horror.

She answered with a shaky breath as she took a step behind not bearing with his intimidating form. Helena Perez! The name washed over Evan like century-old wine. But didn't she have a different surname then? He was sure she was the same girl but according to his sources, She died in a car accident that same day. He wanted to know if she remembered him like he remembered her. Helena thinned her lips seeing him simply staring at her, not accepting the drink. She prayed that the man was not one of those predators in suits. “Seven years ago in Florence, an incident happened near the tower, do you know something about that?” Evan finally asked her and It took her a minute to absorb his words onto

He paused and went on, “It's a reminder of a mistake I made.” "A mistake?" I repeated, my mind racing at what I heard. Evan's eyes darkened, and he looked away. “It's been long. I hate to talk about it. Let's just forget.” He said. “We have to go to the library now; it's late.” My gaze didn't waver; I wanted to know how he got this. “I am not interested in going to the library again. What mistake is that, Evan?” This time he looked at me, his eyes sorrowful. "I was involved in something terrible. It's been a long time. A woman died. And I..." His voice cracked.

But then my mind flashed back to the name I had come across during my investigation. Jonathan. I had never known him personally, but I had heard whispers. My search into Evan had uncovered traces of a man named Jonathan, someone who had been involved in something dangerous—someone who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. And now, Evan was saying— I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean?” Evan smirked. “The way he died,” he said, tilting his head as if recalling a fond memory. “Begging. When I killed him.”

After completing the autopsy, Evan drew a conclusion. I'd been abused for over ten hours before getting killed by having my throat slit. Then, my head was chopped off, and my body became a dog's chew toy. Due to the missing kidneys, Evan assumed the perpetrators belonged to an organ trafficking ring. The police were running a DNA test on the fetus in an attempt to locate the father. Evan took his gloves off and decided to head home to await the results. He didn't return to our home, however, and neither did he go back to his assigned dormitory. Instead, he went to an apartment near the police station. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Carmen sitting on the couch, readin