Evan Afton Death

"Hentikan semua ini, Evan! Kamu nggak bisa membodohiku." Grace berdiri di depan Evan, mengulurkan tangannya ke kanan dan kiri. "Aku tahu kamu sembunyiin sesuatu." Evan menyilangkan tangan di depan dada. "Jangan terlalu percaya diri. Dan tolong, tahu posisimu. Aku punya kekuatan untuk taruh orang lain menggantikan kamu." Di dalam ruangan yang sedikit remang itu, ia mencondongkan tubuh ke arahnya dan berbisik ke telinganya. "Atau, sebenarnya kamu lagi coba merayu aku? Berapa tarifmu untuk satu malam?" Setelah mendengarnya, Grace menampar wajah Evan seketika itu juga. Ia terdiam beberapa saat tidak percaya. Air mata mulai mengalir di pipinya. "Kamu jahat banget, Evan. Aku-benci-kamu," katanya, patah hati. Dia berbalik dari pria itu tanpa basa-basi lagi. Evan menangis juga, melihat sahabatnya pergi. "Maafin aku, Grace. Aku harus lakuin itu. Kita nggak bisa bersama," katanya lemah. ~~~~ Grace dan Evan menjadi teman baik setelah dia menyelamatkannya dan ibunya setelah tabrakan lalu lintas. Persahabatan mereka tumbuh lebih kuat selama bertahun-tahun sampai mereka menjadi sangat menyukai satu sama lain. Namun, takdir mempermainkan mereka. Mereka harus berpisah selama bertahun-tahun, kehilangan kontak dan mengubur impian mereka. Ketika mereka akhirnya bersatu kembali di tempat kerja yang sama, semuanya tidak lagi sama seperti dulu. Copyright 2021. SairentoGaaru.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

On Mom's death anniversary, drug dealers break into the cemetery and take me away. To get revenge on my brother, Zack Smith—a forensic pathologist—they torture me until there isn't even a single uninjured spot left on my body. I hold on for almost three days, barely surviving, until I finally get a chance to call him for help. However, Zack replied, "Why didn't they kill you for good? A jinx like you who killed your own mother shouldn't be allowed to live!" When the drug dealers notice my action, they shatter all of my bones. The next day, a janitor discovers several large bags of human remains in the trash can. Zack painstakingly reassembles my body back together with his own hands—yet he fails to recognize that it's me, his younger sister he always claims to hate. When the drug dealers are finally arrested, he descends into madness.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

Bergabung dengan perusahaan sang ayah dengan mengubur mimpinya bukanlah impian Evan Gale Cakrawangsa. Apalagi ditambah dengan adanya asisten yang terlihat lebih pintar dan berpengalaman darinya. Bodohnya, Evan menarik tangan asistennya ke dalam kamar, saat tengah malam, usai acara pengangkatannya sebagai Direktur Pengembangan Usaha. Seakan tidak cukup dengan semua penderitaannya, sang mama meminta Evan bertanggung jawab dan menikahi asistennya sendiri. Dihantui kecerdasan dan kedekatan asistennya dengan seorang pengusaha yang mmerupakan saingan bisnis perusahaannya, Evan berniat menguak akal bulus asistennya dengan membuat asistennya itu jatuh cinta padanya. Hana yang harus jatuh cinta kepadanya. Sementara ... jatuh cinta pada Hana Anandira tidak pernah ada dalam rencananya.

Evan Louis Johnson adalah pria populer di universitas tempatnya berkuliah, dia tampan dan yang penting adalah dia seorang pewaris itulah mengapa para wanita mengejar dirinya karena bermimpi akan menjadi Cinderella bersama Evan sang pangeran mereka. Suatu hari, dia bertemu dengan seorang gadis di dalam klub malam yang menarik perhatiannya, dan kebetulan mereka berkuliah di tempat yang sama.  Evan ingin menjadikan gadis tersebut sebagai kekasih palsunya.

Despite dreaming of attending university all my life, I ended up stuck in my farming village. I married my brother-in-law and became my nephew’s stepmother. This all happened because my sister died trying to make money for my tuition fees on the day my results came out. I thought I had failed to secure a place at university and stopped thinking about higher education out of guilt. I married my brother-in-law according to my sister’s wishes. To pay for my sins, I raised my nephew and treated him like my own son. I made money and tutored him so that he could get into Northside University. In the end, I developed late-stage cancer. Before dying, I attended my nephew’s celebration, but he publicly accused me of being a homewrecker while my husband agreed that I had seduced him. They brought out my sister, dead for eighteen years, and made me apologize to her. It was then that I found out she had faked her death and used my university admission letter to finish her study. She had become a university lecturer after tricking me into taking care of her family. Outraged, I had a cerebral hemorrhage. When I woke up, I found I had gone back to the day my sister faked her death.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my throat. Those pills are one of her inventions, called "smart pills". However, she doesn't care that I'm choking so hard on them that my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Stop using excuses, saying that you're tired or sleepy. These pills will keep you up for 24 hours without sleep. That should be enough time for you to complete all those math problems!" Dad then turns on "Strict Mode" on the smart house system, Domi. He says to me, "And don't even think about escaping the house to look for help. I will lock the door and cut off every signal going in or coming out. If you don't finish your work in time, nobody will even care if you die here!" After that, the three of them leave me behind and head off for their vacation in Hervaii. While shutting the door behind them, however, the vase of flowers full of water suddenly crashed into Domi's control panel. I'm choking so hard on the pills that I feel asphyxiated. I keep banging my fists against the front door for help. However, Domi, who has now short-circuited, keeps repeating, "Please complete your math questions, Gianna. Study hard and be a good student. "Study hard and be a good student. "Study hard and be a good student." I grip the sheets of math problems in my hands in agony. Will Mom, Dad, and George finally be happy when they see that I'm giving up my life for this?

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.