Jeff The Killer Story Original นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ A zillionaire? I asked myself. I got out of the bed and run to my mom in the kitchen. She was chopping some broccoli. “ Mom, have you seen the new trend? I asked. “ No, I was busy making breakfast for myself” she replied not even looking up to me. “ Mom, Jeff is a zillionaire? She said. “ Jeff? Who is Jeff? She asked. “ Dad’s previous driver, the one we had set up for Kaira” I whisper.

Jonathan was also imprisoned for what he did. He is the one that killed the hotel cleaner everyone thought that Jeffery killed. He knew that the case of the drug abuse is not enough to convict Jeffrey, so he killed the girl to make Jeffrey's case more intense. He made his men threaten the doctor that helped Evelyn to take Elizabeth's DNA test to change the result to negative. He was able to cut a piece of Evelyn, Raymond and Richard's hair by paying people who pretended to bump into them and cut their hair through the process. That was how they were able to get the DNA test done which revealed that Raymond and Evelyn were not Richard's real parents.

"That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed." Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of her, forcing me to confess. "Anna, you were the killer, yet you have the nerve to frame Emma. You evil woman! Apologize to Emma! Maybe then I'll put in a good word with the cops!" Noah's grip was strong, causing my scalp to ache terribly, but it couldn't compare to the pain of being slashed to death in my previous life. I looked up at the two of them viciously, laughing in exasperation.

"It was Dr. Monroe who told me to get the medication. She said it was this one. It's all my fault for being too stupid and trusting her. It's all my fault…" Jeremy's eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. "How dare you call yourself a medical expert? My father is dead because of you! I swear I'll make sure you rot in prison!" Without another word, Jeremy called the police. Soon, several patrol cars arrived at the hospital entrance. As officers prepared to take me away for investigation, I looked at Lindsey and Michael with a sorrowful, almost pitying expression.

I tried my best to control my shaking body and nodded slowly. When Officer Ryan Zahn saw that, he continued to question me. “Why is that? “What did you experience in the past?” When I heard those questions, I schooled my expression and tried for a casual disposition. “I’m a psychiatric patient. I’ll be afraid of what I want. I don’t need to give you a reason.” Ryan’s expression darkened again. He slammed his fist on the desk. “Just answer the questions I ask. Why did you kill your parents and sister?

"This is real? Not some fake shit you dug up to test me?" "It is real" I said voice low and urgent. "I checked the dates against old news. Matches the rumors about what happened in Russia. I know you came here for revenge Kade. Against my family. Against me maybe. But this proves it was never just bad luck. They killed him or got him killed. We both got played by the same people."

"Are you incapable of understanding human language? My father is dead. You got him killed. While you were busy taking pictures with that assistant of yours, the kidnappers beat him to death." Dead silence fell outside the door. After a long while, Jeff finally spoke again. His voice carried the faintest tremor—along with even greater disbelief. "You… you're making up stories again? You'd even tell a lie like this just to gain sympathy? Carol, you really disappoint me." Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes. Disappoint him? Who exactly had disappointed whom? "Get lost." "Carol!" "GET LOST!!!" I slammed my foot hard against the door, the impact making Jeff stumble back with a startled cur

I looked up at him, my gaze chilly. "Do you really think you're still in control?" I asked, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Do you think you can keep hiding the money you've embezzled from the company and the tax fraud you've committed? Did you really think the truth about my dad's death would stay buried forever?" The color drained from his face. "W-What are you talking about? Since when did I embezzle company funds and commit tax fraud? I didn't kill your father either! Stop making things up!"

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. He thought back to how it all started. His dad’s plan had seemed straightforward at first—step into a rich kid’s shoes, fake a relationship for the cameras, boost some brand. Easy money, easy exit. But then Roland happened. Those stolen moments, the way his smile lit up the room, the late-night talks that felt too real. Jeffery had fallen anyway. Now here they were, trapped in this fancy penthouse that suddenly felt like a cage. “I trusted you,” Jeffery said, quieter this time. His voice cracked a little. “Even when everything went to shit, I still wanted this to work. But secrets? They’re killing me.”

She tugged Jeff’s hands crying hysterically “Jeff, I can’t live with killing someone… oh… Jeff…” “Darling…Shhh!” Jeff coaxed patiently and comforted her till she fell asleep. He rose from the bed with knitted brows. He couldn’t believe those stupid women had the nerve to use his woman as a gun. He was going to make them bleed. He narrowed his eyes as he called a friend who works in the hospital. There were no admissions in the hospital. Jeff hesitated before calling Bryan. “Big bro, can we meet somewhere outside?” “Um” “Can we meet at downtown café?”