Hart Family Murders Survivors Novels & Stories

"He's kept it hidden. To protect Kira." Harper's expression shifted—grief, anger, betrayal, all swirling together. "Hidden," she repeated. "He hid evidence of my sister's murder." "It wasn't murder. It was an accident." "An accident that killed my sister!" Harper's voice echoed across the empty training yard. "And Nick covered it up. You covered it up. Everyone covered it up, and I've been walking around thinking I was crazy for suspecting." Alfie reached out, but she stepped back, out of his reach.

Everyone wondered who Harlem had offended to deserve such an ending. A handful of people were chilled to the core. That was because they knew that the survivor from the tragedy of Green Hills Orphanage 12 years ago was targeting the Harrigans for revenge. … Inside the Harrigans’ residence, high-level members of the family were gathered. Everyone looked at Harlem’s coffin and felt a chill down their backs. Tyson and Harlem were dead. Two of their core members were gone. Who was next?

Emily had nothing to do with him. As he spoke, he exchanged a pained look with my mom. When they learned that the killer had been seeking revenge for the arrest of his brother, both of them collapsed under the weight of the revelation. Their least favored daughter had lost her life because of them. Hearing this, a flash of nervousness crossed Lily’s face. She clenched the hem of her skirt tightly, and cold sweat formed on her forehead. "They caught the killer so quickly? Why would he murder Emily?"

For a brief second, I thought I saw a flash of defiance in Michael's eyes, but it was gone before I could be certain. “There is no way that there is a blessed wolf to have survived. You were there, everyone died except for the eldest daughter, correct?” I growled, taking a challenging and calculated step towards his knelt body. “Yes, Alpha. There were no other survivors reported.” “And all the Henry family members were executed in front of the pack house, correct?” Again, I took another heavy step. And again, I saw something flash across Michael's face.

The open shooting at the wedding disturbed the entire family, especially the children who were the most affected. The Hart family launched an investigation into the perpetrator of the attack. The assailant who shot Roseanne was discovered dead in an alley shortly after the incident. The individuals who eliminated the assailants belonged to a local gang and were hired by an anonymous individual via phone. They operated solely for monetary gain and were indifferent to the identity of their clients, focusing only on the price offered.

Hands grab me and hold me back and I fight to throw them off. “Let go of me!” Shawn, my father’s beta and Sandra’s father holds me back. “Come to your senses Celine.” He snarls. “Let go! No, Lor! Wake him up!” My denial has crumbled under the weight of the truth. Hart is dead, the latest victim in the gruesome series of murders via desiccation. “No.” I turn into his shoulder and cry, my heart breaking for the second time in only so many hours. “Sorry Celine, you may not touch him.” My father says, staring at the body gravely. “We don’t know if that can be contacted with touch.”

“Are you alone? I was going through this database and I found something really shocking.” “What did you find?” I ask. Currently, I am in Vivi’s wing in the living room. “Your parents died in a car accident, right? It was a hit and run, but the news only recorded your father’s death.....” I guess I still hate the Hart family for thinking that they can use money to cover up any amount of crime. “The hit and run was organized by Vivienne, she wanted to kill your mother but she had no idea that your father was going to be in that car.”

Just like that, she dumped the blame back on me. I almost laughed. "Rainee, did you forget Maddie and I aren't the only survivors?" I cut her off and pointed at Alex. "You stepped on Alex's shoulder to climb higher and used Tristan as a human shield. You really thought no one saw?" Fiona followed my finger. Alex lay on a stretcher, glaring at Rainee. "Mrs. Dodd, Kayla's telling the truth!"

“She’s the surviving daughter of one of their victims.” “Understood.” Lucas’s voice sharpens, instantly awake. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I dig up details.” After hanging up, I stay rooted in my chair, transfixed by Olivia’s picture. Neon lights outside keep flickering; Manhattan carries on its busy, unhurried routine. The people who destroyed her mother—the Hynes family, Robert, and every accomplice who helped bury their crimes—are likely dining in upscale restaurants right now, sipping fine wine and laughing casually.

Charles sat upright, getting more curious and eager for the next revelation. " Clarisse's parents did not die from a car accident ", " Eh?", " They were murdered ". Charles's hand dropped in shock; every broadcast station published the story; the police also gave their statements; even the doctors and nurses who performed the surgery were not left out, and all their statements stated that they had died in a car accident. " I don't understand what you're saying, we all heard about the Hamilton demand ath, and the image of the accident scene was published, I can remember clearly that it was said that the wife died on the way to the hospital ",