Jeff The Killer Backstory Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

“Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.” “You vicious, greedy man. How could you bear to do that to your own father?” “He is not my father other than a sperm donor. He was never present in my life like a father. My mother and I lived miserably in an old, dilapidated cabin with rodents stealing our food supply every day. When I was five years old, my mother managed to find Jeff's address and she went to see him with me. We were lucky because my mom was Jeff's first love and he still cared about my mom. Jeff intended to marry my mother, but not as his main wife, but only as a mistress that he would use when he was fighting with his first wife. My mother, of course, did

he said to himself. I ARRIVED at the hotel as if nothing had happened, and I went straight to the room and didn't ring the doorbell because I had my card with me. “Jenn, good and you're back. Where are you from?” Haressa asked worriedly. She and Lie are currently drinking beer. Before I answered, I opened a bottle of beer and sat in front of them. “I killed Jeff's mistress,” I replied calmly. “What?” they both asked at the same time and were obviously surprised.

“You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.” Jeffrey was afraid of death. “It ain’t my fault, someone paid me to do it. It really ain’t my fault,” he pleaded. “Make him pay instead. I just did it for the money!” “Who told you to do it?” Alejandro asked. When Jeffrey hesitated, Jett kicked him. He immediately came clear. “It… It was Seaton S. Bart! That big shot businessman, Seaton S. Bart! I’m dead anyway, whether I sell him out or not… Mr. Smith, let me off. I’ll do anything!”

I want to ask him where he is going but I lost my chance when he just walked out from the room. Once again, I tried to think something that can help us to catch the culprit but the lead that all we have is rotting 6 feet under the ground. 3 years after he was convicted, he began showing schizophrenic behavior until one day, he just died inside his prison cell. The investigation report shows that he lost his sanity because of guilt from his victims, however, there are writings in his cell that didn’t match this claim. His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why

“And then what is the connection between the accounting guy, the mysterious person buying out the shares, and Bernard Gary. What connection do they have to the slush funds, the paper company used for money laundering, and Kim's kidnapping?” “Maybe we should ask Mrs Pearce she was—” “No!” I interrupted Jeff immediately. “We're not bringing my wife into this, and we're not asking her details about her kidnapping either” “I'm sorry, sir, it was… it was thoughtless of me” Jeff apologised, and I waved my hand, dismissing the issue. I know we can find some information if we ask Kim, but I can't bear to open up the memory I have successfully helped her forget. “I believe we can say Jake was killed

Cierce asked, concerned. I nodded slowly. “It's not exactly a nightmare, more like a memory.” Cierce's expression turned serious. “What memory?” I took a deep breath before sharing. “Before we reached the pack, we were with Caleb. We found out that he was one of those responsible for the boys' kidnapping.” Cierce's eyes widened in surprise. “How do you mean, one of those responsible? Were there others?” I nodded, reliving those dark memories. “Jeff was involved too. I found him on the roadside, but unfortunately, he was killed.”

The old man was quiet For a while before he spoke up "This could get you killed no matter how good of a deed you are trying to do for your parents, am sure wherever your parents are, they wouldn't want to see you end up like them" "I don't care about that, am ready to die as long as I have tried everything I can to ensure their killer gets punished" Steve answered. The old man nodded "I always considered Jeff as my own child, but only one time did I try to go against him and he ended up killing my wife. I remember the millers, they are among the people he killed" the old man said as if trying to search in his deep memories "Please Sir, do you have any evidence to suggest he indeed killed the

"It wasn't love at first sight but after all, I was destined to fall for you. Jane…I am a con artist and I approached you with such intention. I knew you were Janet Clinton; Clinton Cole's daughter from the onset… of course, I did some background checks. I wanted the fun and I needed the dough." Jane groaned and her tears spilled. The truth was too painful to bear. Jeff left his seat and moved closer to her. "I'm... I mean... It's all in the beginning, you are so dare to me now and I…" "You wanted fun and the dough? Is that why you did that to my friend? Lisa Peterson! She is all I have but you crushed us!" Jane yelled bitterly. "What!?" Jeff yelled and staggered slightly. He fidgeted and to