I Delayed My Death Because Of A Will Novel Novels & Stories

The phone dropped back onto the table with a soft sound. For a long moment, he didn’t move. Elena Anderson was dead, but now, there was another obstacle and he needed to act fast. He glanced at the document at the other side of the table. This would change everything and he had been waiting for the right chance. For the time nobody least expected it. He had waited for too long and he was tired of waiting. Richard Anderson had been a fool to include such clause into his will, but then, didn’t they say that the lord works in mysterious ways?

Excitement bubbled deep within me because not only did his death delight me, but his death was going to open many doors for me and elevate my status. When he battled dementia while Seraphina was rotting away in jail, I would always badmouth Seraphina to him and would make him declare his hate for her and how I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. With the way things were going, I was confident that he would add my name to the will and would make me the sole inheritor of this house and this billion-dollar estate. As soon as the will was read, I would kick everyone out of this house except for my parents but all my other relatives were going, most importantly those spoiled cousins

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My future was more important than the will of some unknown force. I sped away in the direction of the construction site I had sent to Rory days earlier. The place was eerily quiet, I could hear the hum of electricity through the wiring in the partially finished walls. I glanced at the clock on my phone, I had about thirty minutes before Rory would arrive with the defibrillator and any medical equipment she had deemed necessary for my resuscitation. Plenty of time to find an easily accessible live wire inside the building I had chosen to die in. Footsteps echoed behind me just as I found a bundled of exposed wires and pulled them from the wall. “You’re early!” I called over my shoulder.

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"Mom, I swear his death was an accident! None of us wanted this! He's gone—there's no need to throw ourselves in jail! Who's going to take care of you if I'm gone?" "Mom, Michael's the only son you have," Mom chimed in. "Can you bear to see him go to jail?" "Grandma, Flynn isn't your only grandson. I'm your grandson, too!" Felix cried out. "You can't favor just one of us!" Faced with their tearful pleas, Grandma finally relaxed her grip on the phone. She looked at Dad with a tired, defeated expression. "Tell me—what do you plan to do?" "We'll secretly bury him and tell everyone he died from an illness," Dad replied.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

"Fiona, I know you're hurting, but you have to pull yourself together. From the clues we have, Ivy's last note is the key. You need to tell us what it said." I was on the verge of breaking down. I grabbed my head and screamed. "I don't know! I really don't know!" If I could, I'd do anything to find out what Ivy wrote. Why did my father and grandmother both kill themselves after reading it? Right then, Linda arrived in a hurry. She accepted David's suicide very calmly, showing no emotion. She stood at the riverbank and answered the police's question.

“What did you say? She’s dead? That’s impossible! This isn’t on me! I didn’t do anything! I just did what you told me, which was to take the locket and beat her up! Her death has nothing to do with me!” The officer’s expression grew solemn. He stepped forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Lenny’s wrists. “No. You’re wrong. Our investigation shows that Daisy died from an internal organ rupture caused by excessive force. Maybe you didn’t intend to kill her, but her death is directly connected to what you did.” Lenny froze. Fear flooded his eyes. He understood better than anyone what it meant when they said an eye for an eye. That was why, no matter how reckless he usually was, he only e

The lullaby of death forced me to close my eyes and drift into pure calmness. I don't know if I am already dead or I am hanging between life and death. The one thing, I am sure of is that I feel contented. I don't feel a burning passion for revenge surfacing inside me nor I felt regret crawling up my spine. Maybe dead cannot feel emotions or maybe it is the fact that even after my death, Miller World won't be in the wrong hands. I had already made my will. After my death, my all assets will belong to Vincent and if anything happens to him all my assets will be donated to charity.