Novel & Cerita Marry My Dead Body Cast

Fear sharpened into strategy gets you everything. I stood up. I fixed my makeup in the small mirror by my desk, smoothing the evidence of ninety seconds of collapse off my face until nothing remained but the polished, controlled woman the board expected to see. Then I called my mother, because if anyone in this family knew how to survive an unwelcome resurrection, it was Margaret Calloway. She answered on the first ring. "I saw," she said, before I could speak, her voice carrying a calm that unsettled me more than panic would have. "We knew this day might come, darling. We simply need to be prepared for it."

“I’ve got right.” There is only one dead. They both pause. Then Maya says, “Fine. You take the moral high ground. I’ll take the knees.” This time he does smile. Small. Brief. Devastatingly unhelpful. They dispatch the dead in three movements. His axe, her crowbar, no wasted sound. The body drops beside a bin with a soft finality. Eli wipes the axe head on the nurse’s trouser leg. Maya does not like how much she likes the lack of flourish.

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

Amanda's POV The evening air in the mansion was still and electric. It was unsettling, considering that only a few hours ago, I had stood at the altar, a blushing bride in an emerald green gown. Well, not exactly blushing. I hadn’t exactly had the heart of a starry-eyed bride who had just married the love of her life. No, I was married to Quinn McCullough. The arrogant and impossible Quinn. A man who made my blood boil with irritation... and… It didn’t matter what else was there. He was just arrogant and hard-headed.

He instructs and pushes the call away. I feel anxiety blossoming in my stomach from the call. Marscha just told Kian she found a dead body in one of his bars. She manages the place and was intelligent enough to not panic and call him first. Something he appreciates from her. I've never seen a dead body before if you don't count my grandparents at their funeral. The prospect of seeing one now is eating at my insides. The purring cat on my lap is doing nothing to calm the raging nerves at what I might see there. I just really hope the person that is dead, didn't get murdered brutally. I don't think I could stomach that.

"Unless you want to pick your own clothes?" "No. You're doing fine." "Good." She crosses to my dresser. Trails her fingers across the surface. Picks up the photo sitting there—me and Marcus at Montauk. Studies it with more attention than necessary. Sets it down carefully. Exactly where it was. Claiming space without asking permission. My phone is in my hand before I decide. Marcus answers immediately. "You're calling on a Sunday. Someone died or you need money." "Can you meet us at Robert's office at two?"

He grabbed my hand, rubbing it like crazy, trying to warm it—just like every winter. Mrs. Parker and Mia stood there, silent, watching him sob like a kid. I'd left everything to Mrs. Parker, asked her to have me cremated, my ashes scattered into the sea. "Yara, wake up. Please... Let's get married. I won't hesitate anymore. We'll do it right now." Then, suddenly, Carl stood— And lifted my body out of the ice-cold chamber. Mrs. Parker and Mia gasped, rushing to stop him.

My Mom said, giving her a gentle smile. She nodded, making eye contact with each one of us. "The dead body that Val had brought home belongs to a person named Mark Garret, 34 years of age, a drunkard who was living out of the town. He died two weeks ago due to a car accident and was buried at White Oak Cemetery soon after." My brows deepened together as I scanned the profile in front of me. "Are you saying that the hybrid I had encountered has been dead all along before I even cut its head off?"

Suddenly, my phone on the nightstand buzzed, the screen lighting up the dark room with a bright blue glow. I reached for it, expecting another cruel social media notification. But it was a text message from an unknown number. I tapped it open. Enjoy your fake marriage while it lasts, Lila. I know exactly how Alex really died, and soon, Damian will too. I was shocked and surprised,the phone slipped from my fingers onto the mattress.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...