Novel & Cerita Murder By Choice

“I would have let them live as Shepherd puppets rather than watch three thousand die.” “They would have been slaves,” I argue. “They would have been alive,” he counters. “And maybe we could have found a way to free them later. But you didn’t give them that chance. You chose death.” “I chose freedom.” “You chose what you thought was right without asking anyone else,” he corrects. “Without discussing options or considering alternatives. You just decided three thousand deaths were an acceptable cost.” The accusation hurts because it’s true, I did make that choice alone in the moment.

Then, with his own hands, he smothered the bastard child that should never have been born. Two lives lost in one night. Afterward, he walked into a police station and confessed. His sentence was swift—death. Before his execution, River signed over every asset and property in his name to me. When the lawyer delivered the news, I felt nothing but a hollow ache. I refused to take the money and instructed the lawyer to donate it all to charity, to turn something rotten into something good. …

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

Laura collapsed to her knees on the ground, her face twisted with rage. “I’d like to file a report! Anthony killed my mom in the operating room! My mom didn’t have to die! He deliberately punctured her tumor during surgery, and that was what caused her death! Arrest him now! I want him to pay for my mom’s life!” Anthony stared at her in disbelief. Just over ten minutes ago, that woman had been obedient to him, catering to his every word. Now, she was dumping all the blame onto him.

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

he replied Studying him now, “Do you believe in coincidence?” I asked “No," he replied “Then what do you believe in?” “Timing and decisions," he replied. “Plus people who are forced to make them," he continued. “You knew who I was when I walked in that day.” I ask "Yes, I do.” Mark replied “And you still hired me.” I said "Yes," he plied casually “So it wasn’t totally about my qualifications that you hired me." I continued He did not deny it. "No," he said

I say quietly. “And you almost lost ours.” His voice doesn’t rise, doesn’t waver. “So no, I don’t have any sympathy to spare for her right now. She had a choice: have them close the case or go to prison for attempted murder. She’s a smart woman. She chose what was best for her.” The room settles into silence. I have no words. I don’t know if I should be grateful to him that everything is over, or terrified of how far he’s willing to go to protect me.

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

Author's POV : " So Mr. Smaran, What have you decided? Mother or baby! Whose life would you like to save?", The doctor asks curiously While all the people standing there are waiting for his answer. "I have decided that I would like to save the mother", He replies without showing any kind of emotion in his eyes and voice as at this time it was very difficult for him to choose between the two, but still he took this decision. "Okay", The doctor replies with a little smile.

“You don’t know what it’s like—” “Oh, I know exactly what it’s like,” I bite out. “You had a choice. And you chose to protect a man who tried to murder his wife. A woman I found bleeding out on the side of the road because of your silence. Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t have a choice.” He shuts up, eyes darting anywhere but me. Coward.