Novel & Cerita Jason Grace Death

Jackson said with resignation. Grace rubbed her suddenly wet cheeks. She didn't realize when she cried. It hurt so much to know all those facts. She had accepted all this unfair treatment from Jackson and the forest family because she loved Jackson. If she knew Jackson was the cause of her parents' death, she would never have loved him. "I want to go back to the ward." Grace said in a hoarse and weak voice. Her legs were so weak, she couldn't even support her weight. Her vision began to darken. She suddenly fell unconscious.

"Jason, come home. At least Meet Mom once. She needs you.' Grace said with teary eyes. She got the news of her father's death while she was going to start a new life. She was on her way to her honeymoon. Jason didn't come home after that night, it's been 10 days. Still, he was here in the hospital. " No Grace, I won't. I can't until I take my revenge on our Dad's life. And for that, I need Claire's statement. I want to ruin his image in front of everyone, that is what he is afraid of, I know. " He said with his bloodshot eyes. Grace gulped down seeing him like that. She never knew her brother was doing some illegal activities. Now she knows and she has just lost her father, her friend is fig

"In his house. Days after he passed away." "Ha!" The sound escaped me involuntarily. I couldn't deny the shock that rippled through me at his words. This was horrible. Regardless of what Jared had done, death was never something to celebrate. Jason continued, anticipating my question before I could ask how he died. "Pancreatic cancer," he explained quietly. "His illness was apparently already in its fourth stage when he learned about it. He locked himself in his house until his last breath." I remembered with a pang of guilt how I had once wished him dead in some awful way.

and before he could even call him, he passed away in a tragic suicide. The very next early morning, Jason came at her house to take Veronica and Alex to Carter's funeral. Many people were going to come there as the news of his death couldn't be concealed. He was a high profile man and everyone was shocked at his sudden death. But Jason catered their curiosities by telling them that Carter had a chronic disease and he was in the hospital for past few days, due to it. And then he passed away because he couldn't make it. The explanation shut the mouth if those who were wondering that his rival must've killed him. The whispers which were passed ear to ear about his suicide also faded away with t

“Sarah!” “I’m sorry I didn’t leave him for you.” I whispered. He looked at Grant. Grant had officially died as the hole in his stomach was wide opened. I noticed it was bigger than the knife would have made it. “I got my fill.” Jason muttered as he pointed to the weird shaped ball beside Grant’s head. Jason had ripped out his heart. “Nice touch.” “You are finished Astra!” The High Priestess said. She looked dangerously mad.

With a wine glass in one hand and the media wrapped around her finger, she led Rosenthal Media like a queen. But she was ruthless. Grace remembered the fights, nights her mother would lock herself in her office, burning bridges and building new ones in a single breath. And then she disappeared. A plane crash off the coast of Monaco. No body found. Only wreckage. Grace was fourteen. “I never believed she died,” Grace told Julian, her voice trembling. “There were things she said, cryptic things. About going underground, about ‘faking death’ being the last escape from power.” Julian exhaled sharply. “And now, she’s back.”

Adrian POV We spent the rest of the day at Elena's flat going through everything we could find about Grace and by the evening we had enough to piece together the story my father had spent his whole life running from. Grace Williams. Born 1965. Died 1995 in a car accident on the M25 on a rainy Tuesday night. My father would have been thirty years old and she would have been thirty when she died and every single photo we found of her looked exactly like Elena.

I decided I needed to be more careful around him "I didn't want to do this, hell I gave you two chances to prove me wrong but unfortunately, it has come to this" Lucas injured the acid in Grace's arm making her scream in pain, He sat on the couch next to me as we watched her scream in pain "Won't someone hear her?" I asked, "The basement is sound proff" he replied. Grace's death was a gluesome painful experience, I vomited three times while Lucas just sat there without any expression. She finally died her body turning a shade of dark purple,

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

“That’s not possible. Jackson died in a crash three years ago.” “No,” Justin said quietly. “Jackson is not dead, he is very much alive and you have even met him in the recent past.” The certainty in his voice made my wolf growl in denial. I looked between them, confused. “What are you saying?” Alpha Frederick’s gaze landed on me. “The guy who you all know as Jason is in fact Jackson. The person who died in the crash three years ago wasn’t Jackson. It was his cousin, Jason.” A chill swept through me.