Novel & Cerita Even After Her Death Novel Chloe

In her broken state, she deliberately ran Blake down with her vehicle, leaving him in a vegetative state. Chloe was subsequently committed to a mental health facility, where she would likely spend the remainder of her days. When I heard about their tragic end, I felt no satisfaction, no vindication, no sorrow—just a distant acknowledgment of lives poorly lived and choices badly made. These people who had once dominated my existence were now merely footnotes in my story. They had left their marks, certainly, but they hadn't defined me. "Does it bother you?" Kieran asked when he saw me reading the news report.

LINDA'S POV ☯⁠☯☯⁠☯ Chloe left the house feeling hale and hearty, only for her dead body to be brought back home by some unknown men. “Ethan was the last name she uttered before passing on.” One of the men said. “Ethan Caldwell was whom she meant. How heartbreaking that she had to terminate her pregnancy, thinking he is dead, whereas, he is still very much alive.” Another interjected.

Her expression turned terrified, and her voice trembled as she shouted, "Don't push me--Lena, what are you doing--don't push me!" She fell backward. I stood where I was. I didn't reach out. I didn't touch her. And unlike in my last life, I didn't try to grab her. I didn't even move a finger. Chloe's body was already leaning backward. Her expression shifted from fear to triumph. Because she thought she was about to hang suspended in midair. The comments would explode. She would go viral. The rope snapped tight. Then-- A crisp crack sounded. Like a dry branch breaking.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the terrace in a soft twilight glow, she felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that this chapter had ended exactly as it should. When the retreat ended, he returned to his world of power, and she returned to hers. They never made promises, never spoke of love. But whenever she thinks of ambition and temptation, she thinks of him, how he burned through the rules of her life twice, both times leaving her wanting more. …. Chloe exhaled slowly, pressing the diary against her chest. The entries weren’t just erotic, they were alive, pulsing with choices and consequences, passion and regret. She couldn’t help but wonder now… Did the woman ever se

I smiled, pulling her close. The moment I couldn't find Chloe, something in me broke. And there was a warm glow in the center of my chest. I heard a voice telling me she was dealing with unfinished business. I knew she had pursued Wendell. And from the look in her eyes, I knew he was dead. "You did well. We couldn't have won without you." Chloe looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "We make a good team," she said. I chuckled softly. "Yes, we do."

I was the only thing standing in her way if she wanted to marry him. However, there was one thing I never understood. Why didn't Kieran just break up with me if he truly loved her? Why insist on marrying me after I had already tried to walk away? Chloe suddenly realized there were people around her before I could think further. She finally regained her senses. She tried to cover herself, but the men on top of her remained oblivious. There was a small white pill bottle by the trash bin. It seemed that those men were unconscious because she had drugged them.

she said calmly, as if nothing had happened. I practically fled from her room. That night, I tossed and turned in my small bed in the servants' quarters. In the bed next to mine, Chloe slept peacefully, her breathing soft and even. Around two in the morning, a strange noise woke me. Chloe’s bed was empty. She was standing in the middle of the room, her back to me, perfectly still. She had a habit of sleepwalking, so I usually just waited for her to snap out of it. But tonight was different. She opened our door and walked out into the hall.

Six months later, on a snowy night, a dull thud echoed from the convent’s bell tower. Chloe jumped from the top, ending her own sinful life. She left a single note before she died: "If there's a next life, I never want to be born into the mafia." My spirit drifted through the snowy night, watching my sister’s broken body get tossed into an unmarked grave behind the convent. No flowers. No tears. No one to mourn her. Strangely, I didn't feel the thrill of revenge. I just didn't care anymore. The family glory, my parents' delayed tears—none of it meant a thing to me now.

Chloe gasped, here eyes widening as she placed her hand on her stomach, where Elias' sword still stood. "You should have refused the job...," Elias whispered into her ear before drawing his sword out. Chloe's body fell to ground and few minutes later, she was dead. "Can you cl-," Before Alasdair could complain about staining his floor once again, Elias had created a circle with a lot of signs around Chloe's body. Then, he closed his eyes and chanted some words. Soon enough, a burning flame surrounded Chloe's body and consumed her in it before it finally dissipated like nothing just happened.

It was healing. Exactly what I needed. When I felt clean enough, I stepped out of the shower and into my room. I had moved out of my apartment the night after Noah died. All I saw in my fucking dreams was him saying Chloe's name before he died. It had been two months since then and I didn't have a clue. Not one. Even if I wanted to find Chloe, where would I go? I had searched the whole of South Carolina years ago, but she had been nowhere to be found. He had to have left the state or even the fucking country at this rate.