Novel & Cerita Even After Death Olivia Fordham

My voice echoed around the quiet hospital room. “You’re joking, Olivia,” I said between peals of disbelieving laughter. “Mara can’t be dead. We were just on our way to my work studio! She can’t possibly be dead. No no, I was with her a few minutes ago!” My voice cracked midway. The laughter died, replaced by a choked sob. Olivia reached out for me again, crying harder now, unable to stop herself. “No, Emily. You’ve been on this bed for one week now. And Mara is truly... today... she died last night. And today is her funeral,” Olivia said, her voice shaking.

The room was suddenly filled with silence, and the silence was suffocating. “What happened?” I asked, my voice harsh against the silent room. Howard took a deep breath before continuing. “Olivia was mad when she found out the truth about me, but she understood why I did it. That night, we planned her escape. It was the only way to protect her and Rebecca. But I was a little too late.” “Olivia died in a fire,” I said. “No,” Howard suddenly growled. “She didn’t.” My head snapped up toward him as he turned to face me. “I heard her die. I heard her screams as Herman killed her. Shot her. The bastard fucking called me and made me listen. Three gunshots and then there was silence.”

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

I muttered. All traces of amusement dissolved from her features. Olivia sucked in a sharp breath and quickly stood up from her seat. “I need to go check on the greenhouse,” she said. Just before she could make her hasty escape, I called out for her. “Just one last question if I may?” Olivia stopped short but didn’t turn around. “What exactly did Richard die from? I was given the impression that it was some sort of illness; however, I have a feeling that there is more to it.”

"I initially planned to buy the Fordham residence back and have you bury my ashes under the tree in the courtyard. Since I was born there, it would be great if I could be buried there too. Besides, I figured that if I couldn't ever see my father again—" Olivia paused for a moment before she continued, "Since he wouldn’t give me that chance, it doesn't matter. When we die, we all turn into dust. It doesn't make a difference where I'm buried." Tears welled up in Everly's eyes as she held Olivia, crying aloud, "Why does it not matter? If you're buried at the Fordham residence, I can visit you and pay my respects. "But if your ashes are in the sea, I’ll need to steal Poseidon’s trident to see yo

“Then can you clarify if it’s true that Olivia Blackwoodhas actually died? She suffered from cancer, correct?” My head snapped up. I was stunned. Olivia Blackwoodwas a legend, a celebrated, award-winning actress I admired fiercely. She had been out of the public eye for months due to an illness, but her death? “What do you mean?” I managed, my voice suddenly weak. “Olivia Blackwood is dead?” A wave of devastation washed over me, eclipsing even my own miserable night. The world felt unbalanced. Before another reporter could jump in, a large hand clamped firmly around my arm, pulling me backward with quiet force.

We would reconnect again, I was sure of it, but we had… other things on our minds right then. “Ah. I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Ford,” the funeral director continued. “Please, follow me. The coffin you ordered is ready.” We followed the funeral director into a separate room, and I felt Olivia’s breath catch. In front of us, a tiny, ornate coffin sat on top of a table. Far too tiny. Olivia was the first to walk up to it. She reached out with a trembling, pale hand and gently ran her fingers along the wood. There was a long, silent moment as she stared down at the coffin, and as I stared at her.

she cried, each word cutting me deeply. Each mention of Lily's death was a fresh wound to both of us. I could see Olivia's pain, raw and unhealed, mirroring my own newfound grief. "She died that day..." Olivia continued, her voice breaking. "At the Moonlight Fair, waiting for you. She died believing her father would come for her." "Olivia, shut up!" I roared, my eyes bloodshot with unshed tears. "Lily can't be dead, how could she be dead?"

But that is only a small comfort. After Roddy’s “heart attack” last week, it was apparent that Travis was going to move into his new role sooner rather than later. Nobody believed Roddy had a heart attack but none of us females had anything else to go on. Nothing else made sense, so that had to be it. But come on, lock down and a high ranking pack member dies in a short span? I don’t believe that much in coincidences. But surely nobody could have killed him in our own house? I had no idea how my mom could go on all these years, not knowing so much. For a while I believed she did know things, but really I doubt my dad wants her to have the visuals. For me, I’m not so sure that my imagination

Oliver read the message three times before he trusted himself to move. Four words. No name attached. No explanation. Just a number he hadn't seen light up his screen in over a year, one that belonged to a man he had long since assumed was either dead or smart enough to have disappeared for good.