I Know Who Killed Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tried to tell myself I had seen the wrong thing but somewhere deep down, I knew I didn't. He killed my dad. Lucian did.

He stumbled forward and reached for my belly. "The baby! Where is the baby? What happened?" The grief on his face was a sick joke. The thing I had been holding in for weeks finally came up out of me. "Mason, you are asking now? Now you remember? "The day of the crash, I was pinned under the car, hemorrhaging, and you took the ambulance I called for and put your woman in it. "It was you. You killed our baby." His shoulders rocked.

“I don’t know where he is. That’s the fucking truth.” “I believe you.” I puffed the smoke out of my mouth. “But you know I’m gonna kill you anyway.” I sucked on the cigar again and let the smoke invade every crevice of my mouth and nostrils. “Then what the fuck do you want from me⁠—” “Someone knows where he is. And you’re going to give me a name.” “You just said you’re going to kill me, so I don’t have much of an incentive to help you.”

“I only liked you because of your money and power. But you’ve caused my brother’s death. You have nothing now, so you might as well die! “Oh, and the baby isn’t yours either. I’ve never loved you, but you betrayed the woman who loves you so much because of me. Don’t you find it hilarious?” Damiano slumped to the floor as tears fell from his eyes. In the past, it pained me a lot to see him cry. But this time, I was calm as I watched him. Damiano no longer meant anything to me. Meanwhile, Wendy started laughing hysterically. “I’ve killed him. Let me out.” The door opened, and Wendy immediately ran out. However, the guard outside the door shot her dead in the next second. “I let you out alive,

he shouted, completely losing control. "You already faked your own death just to hide from me. Getting a fake death certificate would be easy for you. I thought you were really dead. I spent forever investigating before I realized something was wrong. You can't joke about our child's death just to punish me. That's seriously irresponsible!" He refused to believe it. Even now, he was still living inside his own version of reality. He wouldn't admit that his stupidity had indirectly killed our child. Watching him fall apart like this, I only felt a strange mix of ridicule and pity.

"You? You're supposed to be the expert, yet you killed my father. You're going to rot in jail for this. Do you hear me?" He called the police. They arrived quickly. I stood there, on the verge of being taken away. I knew I should have felt anger. Instead, I found myself looking at Hugo and Victoria with pity.

°° KLEIN °° It was her. Gracefully alighting from the black escalade. “A.. Azalea.’’ The word rolls off my lips in a shaky whisper, and my legs acts on their own, pushing me up from my seat. In the last four years… despite how hard I tried to convince myself she was alive, somewhere at the back of my mind still believed she was dead. That I'd lost her forever, and was now on the journey of losing my own self.

Tonight, she deserved a moment of peace—even if it was brief. Footsteps echoed. A shadow moved closer. She tensed. Before she could react, the world went black. When Aire woke, she wasn’t sure where she was. Her apartment looked familiar, but wrong—slightly off. Her reflection in the mirror startled her. Her eyes seemed sharper, her jaw more defined. She touched her cheek, half expecting pain, but felt only smooth skin. And then it hit her: she had died. Betrayed. Killed. And somehow, she had returned.

It was too hard to accept the haunting realization that I must have killed the one person who would have ended my suffering. Zendaya.

“You asked me to.” He nodded once. Still facing the tracks. Still afraid to look at her. “You found Elias.” “Yes.” “You saw the records.” “I did.” Another pause. Then finally she said it: “You knew who I was before you hired me. You signed the purge order. You let him live… and never told me.” He turned now. Not fast. Not angry. Just… exposed. “I knew your name,” he said. “But I didn’t know you were alive.” “You still tried to bury me.”