Is Rebecca Colton Still Alive Novels & Stories

Wylder pointed it out. "I know. But how about his favorite, Sophia Elizabeth Haysbert, who dies unexpectedly?" Theodore suggested it, and Wylder’s eyes widened. "It’s already in the Media that she was admitted to the hospital a couple of days ago. If the news circulates that she couldn’t make it, then?" "You mean the news of her fake death." "Hmm," "In that case, we will have to plan this very carefully because Colton is smart." "Even the smartest people’s minds stop working after listening to the news of their mother’s death." Theodore smirked and said, "Colton is running away from his destiny. The destiny is that he will destroy all his close ones, but running away won’t solve anything."

Colton shouted, "Don't you want to know about her past? Aren't you interested about your wife's past life?" I ordered my guys, "Tape his mouth." Colton. He's still alive? How did he survived the fire? He should be dead, but how… What about the others? Who else is there? Is there any other survivor from the burning orphanage? I called out my subordinates and asked them to investigate about the fire accident happened in the Angel foster care fifteen years ago

She has been pleading with me to help trace your numbers, she has been trying to reach out to you, she came over to my house last weekend and was crying, I really don't know what to say to her", Reid informed. "That's her business, when I needed her more where was she?, get off it Reid..... that's old news, she still got a lot of waking up to do", Colton brushed the topic off. "You know that business proposal of yours?", Reid said. "Yes what about it, I have forgotten about that... it's old news", Colton emphasized. "It would be a blast... but let me just make sure it's true, once I am very sure, I would drop the blast for you", Reid said.

“Magnolia Quinn was a firecracker. Smart. Bold. She didn’t bend for anyone.” Savannah swallowed. “Were they engaged?” He nodded. “For three months. She moved in. Just like you. Wore that ring. Then one day she left for a spa weekend with friends. Never came back.” “Police?” “Lots of them. No leads. No body. After six months, her family gave up. Colton never said a word.” She stared at him. “Do you think he had something to do with it?” Rhett’s gaze locked with hers. “I think Colton knows how to keep secrets. And I think you should stop chasing ghosts if you want to stay breathing.”

Rebecca suggests for the advert and asks about my love life, or the lack of. She’s really good with planning and imagining adverts. I sometimes wonder why she’s not working in a big multinational company or owning her own. “I agree, but we need to fit the way of life part. I am still finding my feet and making new friends. There is no hurry,” I say. That’s what I tell myself but they don’t buy it. “You are twenty- two right now, you will be forty before you know it and those eggs will be gone,” Colton says.

"Victoria's in custody. She couldn't have done this." "Unless she has a partner. Someone who's finishing what she started." Sera's wolf prickles with unease. "Or someone who wants revenge. Someone Connor cared about." They all fall silent, thinking. "His family," Marcus says suddenly. "David Chen is still alive. Rebecca's dead, but David—" "Is in the hospital under guard," Dante finishes. "There's no way he could have done this." "Then who?" A voice comes from the doorway. "Maybe I can help with that."

Catherine naturally wouldn't involve the police. One investigation, and all her secrets would spill out. Facing Aiden's confused stare, she fabricated a story. "It's fine. Forget it. Tarot already showed me this—losing money to ward off the disaster. I've come out of it now, and besides..." She paused. "Rebecca is probably back. The old lady must have been rescued. Is she alive or dead? Do you have any news?" Aiden blinked. "When?"

… Rebecca was sitting on the sofa, knitting a scarf in the living room of Damon's villa when her phone rang. Upon seeing the number, her expression darkened. She picked up the phone and walked to the end of the hallway. "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you not to contact me again? I'm back in the country. I will not return to Meristate, nor will I be threatened by you!" She deliberately lowered her voice, but her disgust and impatience were unmistakable. A low, mocking laugh came from the other end. "Someone's checking your medical records. If I weren't keeping things under control, do you know what would be happening right now?"

I asked. The car pulled away. She swallowed hard. “Someone who shouldn’t be here. Someone who—” Her breath hitched. I leaned closer. “Mother. Who?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “A—melia” Cold silence swallowed the car whole. Rebecca’s eyes flooded with a horror I had never seen—not even in nightmares. “She’s back,” she whispered. “She’s alive.” And something inside me shattered, then reformed into something sharper. Dead men didn’t rise.

Thane shakes with fury and he storms off into the nearby trees, no doubt ripping trunks from the ground and punching holes in century old bark. “Makayla, I didn’t come here to confess my sins or beg for forgiveness,” Rebecca says, moving close enough to whisper into my ear. “Nolan is dead. I killed him myself to earn my freedom from the dungeons.” He’s dead. Is it true? Can I trust what she’s saying to me?