Justin Foley Death Novels & Stories

I looked up at the rest of the crowd with a bitter, cruel smile on my face. I could have happily celebrated Justin's birthday after wrapping up my overseas business trip just one day later. However, I had only just booked the flight home when I got a distressed call from Mom, who wouldn't stop crying on the phone. She told me that Justin was dead, and she didn't know why, but it was just too suspicious. When I heard the news, I was immediately distraught. I cried in anguish, as if an animal were tearing my heart open. Riley never thought that Mom would eventually remember the events of the day.

"For now, we can't draw definite conclusions about other matters, but what's clear is that your uncle had ties with the ANN organization for many years. So, Cody's death… might also be related to him." An indescribable anger and sadness surged through Jeff. He had regarded Uncle Justin as a father figure, and now he realized he was the biggest traitor within the family. "Find him, no matter what it takes!" Jeff said angrily. "I already have people tracking him. He's gone to Long Island." "Who did he go with?" "At the moment, it appears he went alone." This was strange; Jeff had thought he had gone with Rose. Capturing Justin proved easier than expected – he hadn't tried to escape elsewhere.

But unfortunately, we still have not been able to locate them despite our efforts. And then there's the news of Evelyn committing suicide in prison. She was found hanging from her cell ceiling with her bedsheet. I know she was murdered, or like Owen, forced to kill herself because she knew too much but we don't have any evidence to prove that to be true. Justin is also nowhere to be found. He didn't even show up for her funeral and our investigation into finding him keeps hitting a dead end.

"I've wronged you and Nolan. I agree to the divorce. To make amends, I leave with nothing. If I cross your mind in the future, I hope you'll visit my grave." I curled my lips into a cold smile. "No. I'll make sure Nolan forgets he ever had a father like you." I turned and walked away without looking back. Justin was sentenced to death for hiring a hitman. Nolan and I liquidated all of Ford Corporation's assets, moved to a picturesque small town, and began a fresh, new life.

Valerie asked. "Yes, he died 5 years ago and I've not been able to live with myself ever since, if only I was faster or had warned him enough, he might still be alive," Justin said. "So I thought he died of overly speeding?" Valerie asked. "No, that's what the news wanted to portray or should I say that's what my dad asked the news to portray but none of that is true, I saw him bleeding from a gunshot wound right before my eyes," Justin said.

"Did he...suffer?" "No. It was quick." And sometimes, lies were a necessity. Justin had been in agony. Utter, utter agony. Fifteen minutes it had taken for him to die. It had felt like fifteen years. Justin lying on the damn ground, holes riddling his entire body, gripping Nate's hand while they'd waited for an evac team, and blood every-fucking-where. Nate would never wash away the memory. "He didn't experience any pain." Closing her eyes, she took a second to seemingly collect herself. Relief was evident in the sag of her shoulders. "Thank you." While the acid in his stomach churned, she shifted positions and resettled. "You said Justin had a message for me?"

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the dark, winding road ahead. “You saved me back there,” I muttered, breaking the silence. My voice was hoarse, thick with exhaustion. Kevin didn’t look up. “You’d have done the same,” he replied curtly. “Justin’s dead,” I said, each word weighing heavy on my tongue. “But before he died... he said, I’ve already lost. That this is just the beginning.” Kevin’s jaw tightened, his gaze hardening. “Then we’ll deal with it,” he said, his voice low. “But brace yourself, Hollis. It’s about to get messy.”

"Henry saved my life, but he became mentally impaired. I'm just putting up a fake wedding to cheer him up. But Mayor Walton, I really haven't seen John. He has been missing for four years. Can you please have some mercy?" I sneered by the window. Even so close to her downfall, she was still in denial. I struggled with all my might, slamming the shoulder that the security guards held onto the window. The window let out a loud thud. Wesley looked where the sound was coming from. Then, he led a police officer and charged into the room where I was. When he saw me, his murderous glance instantly turned into guilt, even with a hint of grovelling. "John, let me take you to the hospital right away."

He looked at me curious and scared. 'You're alive,' he grumbled. 'It's a long story. Where is Tyler?' I replied anxiously. 'He went after Paul Mitchell and Johanna. He's going to kill them for sure!' Justin said firmly, "Alone?" I raised my eyebrows, surprised. "He didn't let me go," Justin said, grabbing the gun from his waist. "It's a suicide mission," I exclaimed, nervous. "Maybe he wants to die, thinking that you and Olivia are dead," Justin said, handing me the gun.

“Did he die?” “Yes,” I answered with the nod of my head, “but not by Carly’s hand, but by my ex-boyfriends. My extremely jealous and murderous ex boyfriend.” “And that would be Ryan Wingo?” She asked. I nodded my head once more. “Now, tell me about Justin.” This therapist was odd. She missed the point of this whole session. I thought she was going to break me down to get me to talk about Ryan and the final show down’s in Ohio and Florida, but no. I guess she had other plans and other things on her mind. I guess I really didn’t have a choice but to go along with it.