Morte Falsa Novels & Stories

Anton exhaled slowly. "The body doesn't match." Silence. Complete silence. Even the wind seemed to disappear. "What do you mean?" Lucian asked. Anton looked toward them. "The woman buried here isn't Evelyn Cross." For a moment Elena genuinely thought she had misunderstood. Then the meaning settled fully into place. A fake death. A false identity. An empty trail. Years of deception. Nina was the first to recover. "You're serious." Anton nodded. "Completely." The implications were staggering.

He seemed like he wanted to say something but was contemplating it. “Find out who she is.” “Enora Patrizio,” Mikhail said, cutting me off. “Carlos Patrizio’s daughter.” “Carlos’s daughter didn’t die?” “No. He kept her hidden for years. She’s seduced two of our men, lured them into a room, and had them killed. She’s also delivered the time of death of four of them.” He paused. “They call her Morte.” I shot an angry glance at him. “You kept this hidden from me?”

A disturbing picture. Victor Moretti may have faked his death. The possibility hung heavily in the air. Blaze sat back slowly. "That's insane." "Not impossible," Liam replied. The room fell silent again. Because they all knew he was right. People faked their deaths all the time. Especially powerful people. Especially dangerous people. Especially men with enough money to erase their tracks. Liam's gaze returned to the photograph. Rose stood beside Marcello. Victor Moretti stood beside Rose. Three people. One secret. One connection. The question was what that connection actually was.

The room he put her in was empty. "Such a disgusting man.. give up already"Vivie snarled, Mauricio already lost "I have all the evidence against you… how dare you do that" she added glaring at him. She already had proof of what he did. He had the guts to plant fake and expired medicine in Victor's hospital. Mauricio had conspired with Martha. He was the mastermind behind that "I hate to agree with you Ms. Payton… no wait Ms. Lewis… that man doesn't deserve anything good, "Mauricio said. He wasn't even denying the crimes he committed

If looks could kill, Veronica would be six feet under the ground by now. “In your case, I don’t believe you are capable of making good decisions. And I don’t want a child of mine to end up as a pathetic wife. For these reasons, I have carefully scouted and singled out a man of great nobility: Tristan Aguilar. You will go on a date with him, fall in love with him, and eventually, get married to him.”

I find myself frequently shaking my head. I feel nervous. I feel like this is the end of the world of mine. “Oh, please don’t lie, Lily! You constantly associate everything with my death. You went as far as creating a tombstone with your name on it and even vandalizing my car, hoping that I would meet my demise that night and--” “I’m sorry; that was an unintentional mistake! I did not kill you!” The moment I shouted those words, everyone’s eyes widened. I have just confirmed that I am not Fatima.

“E-Eric isn't dead, he's alive, he–” “How can Eric be alive?”I asked, sounding shocked. “There’s a death certificate and–” I gasped, and in a low voice I asked. “Was his death falsified?” That seemed to snap Nessa from whatever trance she was in, as she and Clara exchanged a panic glance. “Oh my God! This is medical malpractice!” I slapped my hand over my lips dramatically. “Eric is alive?” I brought my voice low again in panic. “Nessa, how could you do this?” I rushed over to the furnace which was still blazing with fire.

“You have been a wonderful friend in our time at college, Zee, you truly have, and I have loved our time together there, but that now has a bittersweetness to it, because I can’t shake the thought that you now think that all along I had an ulterior motive. That our friendhsip was nothing but a lie.” Using the hold of my hand upon his hand, Zaine pulled me closer to him. “Pres, I don’t think that.” He whispered, a wobble to his voice. And as I brought my eyes to his once again, I swore there were tears in his eyes. “It was a moment of madness. This place does that to me.”

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

“She’s not dead.” Damien stared at the image on his smartphone. His face went light. Celeste snatched it from his hand. Her mother’s face stared back at her — alive, breathing, a gun pressed against her temple. “This is impossible.” Her voice shook. “I watched her die. I saw the blood.” “Bodies can be faked.” Her brother stepped closer. “The families have been doing it for decades.” Mila looked up from her laptop. “The metadata on this photo… it was taken twenty minutes ago.”