Jobless Reincarnation Ghislaine Death Novels & Stories

I said. “She… killed them? Like, Lillianna murdered them? You aren’t serious!” Rei exclaimed. “Lillianna murdered your ex-husband and his new wife. She tried covering it up but made more of a mess. She left body parts all over the place, thinking that it would be harder to determine who the victims were. Lillianna used to work for the Brzezinski family. She took jobs often and loved them. Lillianna had no problem getting her hands dirty. After the murder, she came to my place, eager to share all the gruesome details while still covered in blood. Lillianna even tried to convince me that we could get away with it and promised me that no one would ever know,” I scoffed as I retold the story.

“For his case, he must make his daughter forget about him like he never existed to save her” “How!? Chelsea must not die!” “Bad news is, it doesn’t apply to you. Your case was different. You reincarnated on the same year, the same day you died which is very strange. I never encountered cases like yours before but I have read it from our book, that kind of case” “What is it? Tell me! Tell me please!”

If I closed my eyes for a second, I could almost convince myself it was her. And that’s when everything hit me. The fire. The accident. Yasmin’s supposed death. There had to be an explanation for it. Her body wasn’t retrieved, just ashes. Why it was believable was the fact that none of their bodies were retrieved. They had the ashes, which proved their DNA. I’d already been through the news after Mirela left the previous day—every single article about her supposed return. She came back two days after Yasmin died, and there was no explanation, no clear reason why.

Louise began prattling on. "Come on, would i confirm or deny that i are back here free from even a hint of harm? This undertaking to the Relic Islands brought me far abroad, it was absolutely impossible that I could get in touch with you. Furthermore, don't you know the ship to the Relic Islands just work once at regular intervals? What are you stressed over? Don't you folks have any trust in my capacities?" "With your Three Star Iron power level? Haven't you found out about every one of the Silver Swordsmen who died on the Relic Islands… We hear a great deal of stories like that in the motel." expressed Louise without keeping down by any stretch of the imagination.

If so, I might be able to win, even with the bad cards in hand. But there were no ifs in this word, and I didn’t meet him in my previous life, so I died and was reborn. But now I met him. Perhaps my rebirth was just to meet him. David’s POV: When Ailina arrived at the company, all the shareholders had arrived. She walked into the company in a professional suit. I had already received a call from Susan, and knowing that the villa was already owned by Ailina, I had to hold the company.

A massive media storm titled "Death of a Talented Pack Healer" exploded across the internet like wildfire. Within hours, it was the top story on every news website and social media platform. The media released all the evidence Ethan had carefully provided to them. Every document, every recording, every piece of proof was laid bare for the world to see. My medical diagnosis showing the silver poisoning that was slowly killing me. My final will, written in my own handwriting during those last painful days. The ironclad proof of Celeste's forged medical records and fake illness.

"You think these five years have been hard on you? Do you have any idea what we've had to go through? And now you have the nerve to throw a punch at Matthew? Clearly, you haven't learned your lesson yet!" I froze. Listening to her detached voice, I felt the last spark of life inside me finally flicker out. After a long silence, I looked up at her, a mocking, hollow smile tugging at my lips. "So this isn't enough for you? Would it be enough if I just paid you all back with my life? Would that finally be enough?" "Even now, you're just talking out of spite!" Annoyance flashed through Priscilla's eyes. She signaled her driver and shoved me into the back seat.

"You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck." I left without looking back at their ashen faces. That afternoon, after finishing my exit paperwork, I was sitting in a coffee shop when I pulled up Cassie's Instagram. She'd been released on bail. The $18 million hole was only half covered. Jason had mortgaged every fixed asset the company had and still came up short. The remaining $9 million fell to Cassie and David, as the directly liable parties who'd signed the agreement. Cassie had posted a tearful video.