Morte Falsa Novels & Stories

She was dead wrong. ****

He hung up and sat on the sofa, screen dark. “Zoe, did you touch my money?” I looked at him. “You’re my husband. You ‘died,’ I inherited your estate. That’s only natural.” “I’m not dead!” He stood, voice rising. “I’m alive! Who gave you the right to touch my money?” “How can you prove you’re alive?” I asked softly. “Your name’s on the plane manifest, I collected your belongings, even held the memorial service. Who’d believe you?” His mouth opened, no words came.

"Aurora, what are you talking about? I know you're grieving, but how is that possible? We all saw him fall into the river... Please, stop making a scene, let him rest in peace!" "Rest in peace?" I stepped off the stage and closed in on her, my eyes piercing through her fake tears. "Scarlett, do you dare swear to God right now? Swear on your own life that Julian is truly dead, and that you haven't been hiding him like a dirty thief?!" "I... you're crazy!" Scarlett backed away, tears spilling over as she looked around helplessly. "Why are you attacking me? I'm just as heartbroken as you are!"

His daughter is dead, and he never found her body or was certain she had actually run off with a boyfriend. "Her body is in a city morgue. In South Los Angeles. Amanda paid the cops to close the case. She planted false evidence, and you fell. Max hushed up the case, and Leonard lives his life to the fullest as if he could never kill anyone again," Pedro says seriously. "He can still kill people." Bruno is alive, but he's not unharmed, and we don't even know when he'll wake up. I can see Sofia's eyes welling up, as if overcome with guilt.

The letter was addressed to me, the ink smudged in places where she might have been crying. Essa, if you're reading this, I'm already gone. I know you'll never forgive me. I don't deserve it. But you need to know the truth about what happened to Isabella Moretti. She didn't die in that apartment. Alessio revived her in the ambulance and paid Vincent Hale to falsify the death certificate. Then he killed Vincent so the secret would stay buried. I helped him because I was afraid. I've been afraid my whole life. The only thing I ever did right was you, and I ruined that too. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

“Bullshit.” Luca shrugged. “Believe what you want. But I wouldn’t have come all this way just to … lie.” The hands of the Mayas curled into fists. “We saw him die.” Luca nodded. “Did you?” Maya’s pulse spiked. “Yes.” Luca sighed. “Then tell me why there’s a body in the morgue under his name, and that is not him.” Maya’s stomach dropped. “That’s impossible.”

She spat on the ground and finally lifted the white sheet off my body. The moment I saw my body, my breath stopped. It wasn't the sight of my body that did it. It was how disgraceful I looked. "Joziah Henderson, are you proud of yourself now that you made a fake, rotting silicone corpse to fool everyone? "You're probably hiding somewhere right now, laughing at the Hendersons for the humiliation you caused and at me for the way you violated me. You're absolutely vile! "Even if you fooled everyone, you can't fool me! I wish you were really dead. Totally dead. I hope your soul can never come back to Virelia!"

August jaw dropped. "I can't cope with her trying to have s*x with me every time we're together, she would eventually kill me if I'm not careful" "If I get married to her, it's more like I'm getting married to death" August couldn't fathom the right words to say, he just continue staring at Marcus as he continued laying his complaint

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

She mumbled under her breath while rapidly shaking her head. Amusement lit my eyes as I watched her panic-stricken gaze. “Look into my eyes, Elizabeth, and tell me if I'm dead.” Swallowing deeply, Elizabeth Bradford focused her eyes on mine. Her hands began to tremble. “B-but you d-died in a fire—” “No, I didn't, Elizabeth. I wouldn't be standing here if I had.” “T-the body… the forensics confirmed it was—” “They either made a mistake, or someone paid them to fake my death. It's one of the two, so stop stressing yourself out or you'll end up with more wrinkles. The money you've spent on Botox will be put to waste.”