Is Rebecca Colton Still Alive Novels & Stories

Rebecca lied. “Okay then, I'll take you there.” Tyler agreed with a smile. Rebecca bobbed her head and continued eating the undercooked rice. The truth was that she wanted to go to her place and check if she'll see anyone she knew from her past or if there is a possibility of her body still being alive. Maybe the priestess had seen wrongly and maybe the real Rebecca was in her real body. She needed to get answers to whether or not she was still alive as that would help her fully move on from her human life.

"But I have questions first." "You have two minutes. After that, the countdown resumes." "Grace. Where is she really?" "Victoria Chen's apartment in Portland. Safe. Unaware. Believing her mother died three months ago." The boy pulled up a screen. Showed Grace sleeping peacefully. "I have no reason to eliminate her if you cooperate. Dead leverage is useless leverage." "Albert?" "Working eighty-hour weeks to avoid thinking about his dead wife. Rebecca is concerned. Antonio checks on him daily. The club is fragmenting without your leadership." Another screen. Albert at his desk. Exhausted. Broken. "But alive. Functional. Waiting for grief to become manageable."

… 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?"

Colin was speechless and I immediately felt guilty for not talking with him earlier. “Here you guys go,” Justin dropped the drinks off at the table. Colin reached for his and clugged the whole beer down in one gulp. I took a deep breath and continued. “While I was in Japan, I met a girl named Sarah who went to Rebecca’s college. Sarah’s brother was friends with Rebecca and was also one of the guys who jumped you. You both need to talk and get a lawyer, I don’t know what Rebecca is playing at but she can’t get away with it.” Colin stared at me in disbelief.

She hesitated before asking carefully, “She’s still not completely herself yet, is she?” “The doctors say it’s trauma,” I admitted tiredly. “She’s undergoing therapy now.” I glanced at Caroline helplessly. “I’m hoping she recovers soon because she’s the only person who might know where your friend Rebecca really is.” Nathalia stepped closer and gave me a quick hug. “Everything’s going to be okay, Uncle,” she whispered reassuringly. “I know Rebecca didn’t do this.” She laughed weakly through her tears. “She couldn’t even kill a cockroach. There’s no way she could kill a person.”

“Subject refused relocation. Threatened legal action. Threatened to expose operation. Intervention escalated per Mr. Novak’s directive.” The next page showed a death certificate. Rebecca Hall. Died June 3, 2020. Cause of death: Drug overdose. Accidental. Except it wasn’t accidental. The notes made that clear. “Subject eliminated per protocol. Body discovered in apartment. Police investigation concluded accidental overdose. Case closed.” Mia felt bile rising in her throat. They’d killed her. Rebecca Hall had threatened to expose them and they’d killed her and made it look like an accident. She photographed the death certificate. The notes. Everything.

“If you don't mind, please can I know more about your family? If it's okay with you, I would like to know. I appreciate you saving my life. His smile widened, his eyes bright. “Are you sure, dear? My life or family isn't fun.” I shook my head. "I'm okay hearing it, Mr Colton.” He sighed, staring blankly into the air. "It was just my wife and I,” he began, still smiling. "I had a brother but he was in another country, far from here. My wife and I lived in New York. But… after she died, I moved here, Los Angeles. That's when I came across Mr Pierre.”