Kingface Cause Of Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Marcus Whitfield died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a particularly memorable Tuesday. The weather behaved itself, the markets closed without drama, and somewhere across the city at least three executives undoubtedly described a meeting as "productive" despite everyone secretly wishing it had been an email. Marcus himself was found slumped behind the wheel of his car in a parking garage three blocks from his office. The official cause of death was a heart attack. The unofficial cause of death was considerably more expensive. Victor Kane had long ago learned that truth, while admirable, rarely survives sustained investment. A discreet payment here, a favor there, a report signed by the right person,

"Don't slander me! I didn't kill anyone! All I asked for was a kidney—he can survive without it!" Queenie said, shrugging it off. She completely ignored the fact that my wound had been plagued by recurring infections ever since I donated a kidney to Zayn Chance. Once she and Zayn left the country, my infection worsened. Countless injections and endless medications hadn't worked. It wasn't until shortly before I died that I overheard the doctor and found out Zayn had bribed him. He had given me substandard medicine and deliberately sabotaged my treatment, weakening my body until it could no longer sustain itself. That was how I died.

Z Doctor forehead filled with lines as he lowered his gaze like he was trying to find words to put together the bitter truth! "My King.....one who is born must also taste death! Doctors can only try but the decision of life and death is on the supreme one!" "Whatttttttt!!!!!! No that can't happen!?How???" Z "it seems that the kick was so powerful that it crashed his ribs whole and due to the force being too strong it hit him right at his heart causing a stroke!He died even before we was brought inside"

He said, trying to lessen the pain I felt for him. “Yea,” I nodded. “But how exactly did your father die? You said he didn't rule for long.” I asked curiously. Kane tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "A few weeks after the war, my father suddenly died of a mysterious illness. No one knew exactly what killed him, but it happened so suddenly. My stepmother- Dorian's mother was devastated, she had betrayed her son and husband for the crown and she still lost her husband. she tried to latch unto me then, refusing to give up the throne, but i couldn't forgive the fact that she abandoned Dorian and chose to stay with me, so i sent her away and remained alone."

While she talked, Kara’s face became pale. “Are you afraid that I could die in your arms?” He teased me. But Kara was not amused. “It was a bad joke. My father died after he figured in a road accident and knocked his head. He refused to see a doctor because he felt fine. But three days later, he collapsed. He was brought to the Intensive Care Unit, but it was too late. We weren't able to save him.” Kara closed her eyes, recalling the gruesome details that left her orphan.

"I don't know you, I don't trust you, and I'm not going to sell myself to some billionaire who thinks he can buy people the way he buys companies." She made to close the door. "Your father didn't die of a heart attack." Her hand froze. Kieran Locke's voice was low, and factual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Victor Delacroix's death certificate clearly states 'myocardial infarction.' However, his medical records-those not released to the official files- tell a different story. He was poisoned. Slowly, methodically. Over a matter of months. And the individuals responsible are currently searching for what he left behind."

She looked carefully for a while and suddenly said, "What was the cause of death previously?" "He said that he fell drunk and hit his head, causing internal bleeding and death." "Yes, it's correct. The cause of death was indeed intracranial hemorrhage," Suki Walker replied softly. "The skull temporal lobe was indeed fractured. It was caused by a bump." "So, it was indeed an accident?" As Hayden spoke, he blamed Maxwell for being paranoid. "No, it's not an accident. It should be man-made," Suki Walker replied. Hayden's expression changed slightly. "What do you mean?"

He said, guiding me into a room. He hadn't been lying. I saw the Kings body propped in a large bed. His throat had clearly been cut, but someone had stitched it closed like they had done for Mikah. His wings also weren't on display. I wanted to believe this was some messed up trick, but I knew that our wings could no longer retract after death. The noticeable absence of color in the king's face and his wings nowhere in sight, there was no denying he had met the same fate as Mikah.

Lydia asked. Cain exhaled. “Miss Lydia, on August 12th, the CEO of Gold Crown Pharmaceuticals died of an overdose.” He paused, watching our reactions. “And on June 7th, 2022, a housekeeper died in a motorcycle crash. Both looked like accidents to everyone else, but they weren’t.”

I couldn’t see him being of any interest. The second one had died around 9 months before. I looked into his death; he was hit by a car. No foul play involved. He was unmarried and had no children. There were no signs that he would even run in the same circles as Dom or have anything to do with anything shady.