Jacob Whirlpool Death Novels & Stories

I flipped onto the next page, and then, my gaze froze, stilling on the paper, as I locked eyes with familiar pairs of green eyes. “International Business man and owner of the Blackwood Industries, Harold Blackwood, was found dead in his apartment today.” ‘Oh Lord! Its Ethan’s father,’ I gasped, my eyes flaring wide in shock. “Autopsy examination was carried out on the body, and it was confirmed that Harold's throat was slitted, killing him minutes before his bones were crushed by an unknown object, plunging him to his death. In an unfortunate turn of events, his wife—Maria Blackwood alongside her boyfriend—,”

Laughing, I even did a twirl in front of him. "I'm right in front of you, Hadden. Can't you see? You saw my body, didn't you? Look at how bloated it is! I would think so, considering how long it's been in the water. You're delusional if you think you can get a dead body to apologize to Julia." Hadden's assistant gathered his courage and said, "Mr. Rowse, Ms. Lowe… is dead…"

I hadn’t even noticed it before, but now, it flickered to life, drawing my attention. The anchor’s voice, calm but heavy with the weight of the news, cut through the silence. "Breaking news: Hollis Lacroix, CEO of LaCroix Enterprises, steps down following allegations of financial misconduct and an ongoing investigation into the death of his wife, Lauren Lacroix."

I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was able to get some information on Jacob.” I perked up at that. “I'm listening.” “So the chief editor of The Daily Howl was found in the middle of his newspaper house with the place burned to the ground.” He began. I frowned, remembering my conversation with Adlartok. “You think he did that?” “Yeah but that's not all.” He continued, leaning forward in his seat. “Well spit it out.”

"Honey, I know you will come back. You're just mad at me, right? I'm sorry. When you come back, I'll never make you angry again. We'll have a good life together." But there was no future left for us. Over time, his company began experiencing financial difficulties, and when he failed to address them, it ultimately went bankrupt. Even then, he didn't seem to care. He was still completely consumed by the news of my death. Three months later, Jacob died in a car crash. Some said it wasn't an accident and that he did it on purpose. Others said the car came straight at him, but he was too lost in thought to move. As for Rachel, she couldn't take the torture in the basement and ended her own life.

sobbed the woman. Wordlessly, Julian walked out of the room. "Dadd!" "Is it true that Jacob attempted suicide?" Julian asked his assistant. "What I heard from the police is so. Jacob came out drunk from a club and, in the morning, was found suicidal in an empty factory. An abandoned factory owned by our subsidiary" "Not many people know the location of that factory. Isn't that where the fire that killed Wiratama's daughter happened?" Julian asked. "You are right, sir."

I suggested. He shook his head. “Four of our shareholders died in those ‘accidents’ within the last ten days. Two of them had unexpectedly serious car collisions. One died after allegedly slipping in the bathroom and breaking his own neck. The last one drowned in his own pool. You should also know that it happened a day or two after they sold their shares.” “Fuck,” I muttered. He huffed out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, fuck.” I worked my jaw, processing all the possibilities. “Do you know whom they sold their shares to?”

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the bed, I picked up the watch that had been in the box containing Jacob's belongings. Slipping it onto my wrist, I felt a surge of memories flood back - memories I thought were lost forever. Jacob, my older brother, was more than just a sibling; he was my hero. With his brown eyes, brown hair, and chiseled features, he had inherited our mom's striking appearance. Jacob died in a car accident. His body was ravaged by the intense flames. The only way we were able to identify him was through his trusty wristwatch, which he always wore. The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day.

There was chatter but when we got in, silence fell in the room that I wondered what they were talking about. The CEO also walked in behind us. “Good morning, everyone, I will get right into it. if you could all look at the screen, please.” We all looked at the screen and there was a news bulleting. “Today we woke up to devastating news of the death of one of the country’s most powerful businessmen. Mr James Cole. Mr Cole was found dead in his home this morning and the police are still investigating.”

he said. “The bringer of death,” Malachi said, and looked intently at Alex. “Why are you telling me all this?” “It was also Conrad Baugarten that hired Gustav Merrick to kill John Whitcombe,” he said. “How do you know that? You’re what? 24,at most? John died 15 years ago,” Malachi said.