روايات وقصص ضمن Olivia Corgi Death

“But he doesn’t have a father. Maggie, wake up. How much have you sacrificed for that illegitimate child?” “Livvy, you’d better stay out of this!” “I won’t stay silent,” Olivia shot back, tears streaming down her face. “Because you’re the reason Dad is dead!” “I didn’t kill him!” “You did! He died because of you, Maggie!”

Olivia paused for a while. Then, she realized something strange, “Wait, that can’t be! Isn’t your grandfather Mr. Lodge? The news of his passing would definitely be aired on the news, but I’ve not seen or heard anything yet!” Olivia was an avid fan of gossip news. If Wilfred was dead, it was impossible that she had not heard anything about it.

“Do it, shoot me.” I feel like all my blood has abandoned my body, but I won’t give in. He can shoot me if he wants, I don’t care anymore. At least I’ll die knowing I’m better than them. Better than Stefan who was in on his father’s mafia, better than my father who exchanged me for his life, and better than Gustavo that betrayed his own family. Me, Olivia Corvino, will die betraying no one. “Have you lost your mind?!” Agatha yells as she enters the library running to place herself between us.

“Olivia, where is your mother now?” Olivia’s fingers went rigid on the coat hem. The loose thread hung motionless. Her lips parted then clamped shut again. She shifted her tongue inside her mouth and swallowed hard, her Adam’s apple bobbing once. “She’s dead.” Her voice blared three times louder through the mic, echoes reverberating across the dome before fading slowly into silence. “Last winter. She fell ill with lung cancer. She couldn’t afford medical treatment. She only checked into the hospital once she could no longer endure the pain, but it was already far too late.”

It makes me weaken but I don't care, I want revenge. When the pack members saw what I could do, that was enough for them to understand that they should be careful with me. Dollera approached me. I could feel the caution in her walk and softly said, "Olivia... she's dead now." Olivia, the one I ordered headed to the Dark Furious. I went back to the packhouse to check on her. My world collapse, when I saw a hole in his chest, his heart was ripped out. I fell to my knees, crying, hugging her head reading the note on her forehead. 'If you send a spy to my pack, make sure it wasn't stupid. Best regards, Ross.'

he ended up going to his room and asking me to close Livie's door so as not to continue listening to her scandal. "You don't understand, do you?” Livie exclaimed at then with a look of full of pain, "this will leave a scar for life, Marky!" “God, Olivia!” I countered in exasperation “I left my workday because I thought something terrible had happened to you, a catastrophe, a tragedy, something! But what do I find?” I questioned more for myself than for her “I find my ridiculous friend drowned between records of a music band that surely separated because the record company could no longer afford the hair gel of the group’s leader.”

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

I muttered. All traces of amusement dissolved from her features. Olivia sucked in a sharp breath and quickly stood up from her seat. “I need to go check on the greenhouse,” she said. Just before she could make her hasty escape, I called out for her. “Just one last question if I may?” Olivia stopped short but didn’t turn around. “What exactly did Richard die from? I was given the impression that it was some sort of illness; however, I have a feeling that there is more to it.”

Olivia was finally losing it, she couldn't hope on anyone to come to her aid, Morgan was said to be involved in a car explosion and was dead. Deep down, she hoped it was a lie, it was all in her dream, but the reality was so hard on her, as the coldness of the room hit her system.

I could hear the distant howls of my pack members outside, a reminder of the chaos that had erupted within our once-peaceful community. As I settled into my leather chair, I looked at the two photos on my desk: one of my late wife Cassandra and the other of Olivia. The two women who had captured my heart in different ways were now gone from my life in tragic circumstances. I couldn't help but feel guilt for not being able to protect them both. But as I stared at their images, a thought crept into my mind. Cassandra had died in childbirth, and why now were people saying that they had seen Olivia in her room hours before her death and poison bottles found in her room? Why hadn't anyone said an