Invincible Mark's Mom Death Novels & Stories

Timothy Anthony called Mark and Patrick and told them what had happened. He told Deon to send surveillance footage to him. Mark and Patrick rushed to JHB General hospital. “Dad, how is Victoria?” asked Mark. His dad told him that it didn’t look good, and then he showed him the surveillance footage. Mark was so shocked he couldn’t recognize his wife; her face was badly beaten up; he was hoping that there would be no scars. He hugged his father and cried. Mark sent the surveillance footage to Emmanuel Johnson.

Gian nodded his head then turned toward a male's voice calling out for Sasha in the distance. "That is my dad calling for me. His name is Ivan. My mother is dead and it is just my dad and me. He will be happy to have another male in the household," she said confidently and smiled as she pulled Gian along. Gian was trying to go through everything she had said. "You talk a lot. Sorry about your mother," he said sternly. Side-eyeing him, Sasha asked him if he had a mom.

“She’s all I have left. And I will burn the world if anyone tries to touch her again.” Mark’s gaze didn’t waver as he turned fully toward Indiana, his arms crossing over his chest, voice calm—but edged with warning. “First,” he said, “you have to talk to her about her father. Our team already moved. Malcolm’s network should known it by now.” Indiana’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her eyes flickered toward Monica’s still form again. “I know,” she finally whispered. “Then act like it,” Mark pressed.

I asked. “Madison we don't have to discuss this now.” Mark said. “Yeah, you are right. Their father is not even cold yet but how much!” I yelled at him. “Close to nine hundred billion.” He said and I gasped in shock. “So that's why they killed him and now they will be coming for my sons.” “We are here for you.” Renee said behind me and Cynthia stood beside me. “All of us are here for you.” Victor's Mom said

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A week later the dean received an anonymous donation for a new library wing, and Mark’s record mysteriously vanished. Josh had cleaned up every mess. This time Mark had killed someone. Not an accident. Not a prank. He’d slit Mallory’s throat while she laughed at him, while she told him he’d never be half the man his father was. The knife had felt right in his hand. The blood had felt like justice. Now he waited, wrists raw from cuffs, praying the old pattern held. His mother never came. Bethany Skyland had already released a statement to the press expressing her “heartbreak” and “prayers for the victim’s family.” She’d kept his father’s last name off every document since the divorce. She was

He replied and only then did my vision become lucid a bit. The Beta had finally returned! "Uncle Mark!" My voice arose on a louder pitch. "Thank goodness you're back...So many things happe.." "Aaron," My uncle cut me off abruptly. His tone hinted at a heavy dose of sadness, something I had expected. "Uncle Mark, please get me out of here..." I clamored. "Aaron," he called again, this time with a heavy sigh following suit. "Your mother is dead." My jaw dropped, my eyes became clear enough to see the tears flowing from my uncle's eyes. My breaths ceased and my heart raced so fast that I thought it exploded.

I felt Damian’s annoyance at my dad, but I understood it. Grabbing Damian’s hand, I started talking. “Well, Von… you saw him. Cynthia looked like she had been the victim far too many times. Mom had gone through it once and barely survived. She isn’t 18 anymore. You didn’t see the way she responded to Grant pulling out the deck of cards. So I kept bating them. Mark had an interest in me, which we already knew. Thankfully, mom passed out when she did so the game stopped.” I took a deep breath and collected myself before I continued. “Mark wasn’t done so Grant told him he could have his fun with me. We went to the cabin… that you found.”

“Yeah. He was working with the pack when it got attacked. I’m headed over to that pack now.” I rubbed my eyes and trying to wrap my head around what he said. “How many others?” “None. Just him.” My head cocked to the side slightly. “What do you mean just him? I thought you said the pack got attacked.” There was another sigh and Vale was quiet for a moment. “I’m being told it was my mother. My mother came through, first demanding the pack to turn over Mark. When they did not, she attacked. There were some injuries but no loss of life for the pack. Only Mark, who she’d been focus on, was killed. After she did, she just left doing no further damage.”

I balled my fingers into a fist and drove them through the wall right beside Mark's head. He killed my mother. Elijah Bolton killed my mother. "Get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you, Mark. Someone get him fuck out before I go back on my word!" Mark went out of the room like a fucking bat out of hell. He didn't fucking look back, he knew that if he did I would have shot him so many times that no one would be able to identify his body. "Niko and I need the room," my father announced.