Novel & Cerita I Delayed My Death Because Of A Will Novel

Deborah gazed ahead, lost in thought. “Years ago, there was another man, just as reckless, just as crazy. But someone stopped him. And he died without ever seeing the person he wanted the most. Until the end, he carried that regret with him.” I lowered my head. “How did he die?” “It’s hereditary. Before he went to find you, his organs were already failing. Just like his father.” Deborah’s voice cracked. She pressed a letter and a will into my hands. “He left these for you. Whether you read them or not is your choice.”

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

Noelle's POV Two months later, I saw the final report on the news in my office. "Investigation concludes a massive gas leak caused the fatal explosion at the Ravencrest Industries headquarters. CEO Dexter Ravencrest and his partner, Jenica, are confirmed deceased." The news anchor's voice was flat, reporting the end of a dynasty like it was the evening weather. For a fleeting moment, a ghost of an old ache passed through me. A memory of a different girl, dizzy with joy on the day she learned the Alpha King was her fated mate.

“Damian Reid was a man who never tolerated chaos… or vultures circling in uncertainty.” His gaze drifted over to Killian, lingering just enough to make everyone realize the intention in his words. “He was precise. Intentional. Every decision he made, even in death, was deliberate. So rather than allow rumors or ambition to stain this moment, let’s put all doubts to rest. Go on. Read the will.” Everyone agreed; “Please don’t keep us waiting. Read the old man’s will already.” “We have been waiting for several hours. Now that everyone’s present, please go ahead.”

Clarice regarded Khloe's tightly controlled expression and began calmly, "Your father had always been in excellent health. There was no reason for him, at such a young age, to suddenly develop such a severe illness. And this sudden illness struck so violently that he barely had a moment to catch his breath. By the time he sought out you, his daughter, there was no opportunity for a proper meeting." Hearing this, a chill crept up Khloe's spine, and her hands instinctively clenched together. The lawyer who had come to contact her about inheriting the estate had mentioned that the will had been made in haste. Niel, after much consideration, had decided that the lawyer should wait until his deat

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But in the end, she was betrayed and cheated on, and now even her savings, apartment, and life were all snatched away by the horrible betrayers. And now, she had to entertain people… by dying fancy? This had to be a sick joke. Wasn’t this supposed to be a survival game? “And what if I refuse to be entertainment? What then? Will you kill me a second time?” Willa folded her fists, glaring toward the speaker. “Then,” the handsome man from earlier murmured, “you die.” Willa dodged back on instinct, but his lips curled and his eyes darkened. “Not by my hands, darling,” he whispered. “The death world… it will eat you up soon enough.”

Probably to tell her parents. Lydia smiled coldly at Camila’s disappearing silhouette. In her past life, she always rejected the thought of a will because she just felt that it was unnecessary at the time. But when she finally turned 29, she finally succumbed to her parents, boyfriend and her lawyer and wrote the will 3 months before her death. So the only thing that kept her alive all these years was her will…. She worked hard to make her family comfortable, but they worked even harder to kill her… Is this what people meant by the circle of life?

If that was what he wanted, he was going to have to look elsewhere, he wasn’t getting that from me. Sitting back in his chair, he pulled the brown file closer and opened its cover. The file had to contain more than Dad’s will, but I could see the lawyer had placed it on top. I could make out the first line on the top page. It read ‘Final Will and Testament of Jeffrey Arthur Bridges.’ A chill ran down my spine. I had known, or assumed rather, that I would see those words one day. It was the nature of life after all, a child outliving his parents. I just didn’t know it would happen this soon.