Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

Luca had told her that. I asked why she faked her death. She said because she was scared. Because she had done terrible things. Because she did not know how to face Luca. Luca asked what terrible things. Grace took a breath. She said she had been the one who told Derek about the cabin. I felt cold. She said she had been watching Luca for years. She had seen him with me. She had been jealous. So she contacted Derek. She told him everything. Luca stood up. His hands were shaking.

But something was wrong. The guards were dead. Both of them. Throats cut. Professional kills. And there was a note pinned to Grace's blanket. *I could have taken her. Could have killed her. Could have ended everything right here. But where is the fun in that? You need to suffer more first. Thirty-nine hours, Eva. Thirty-nine hours until I take everything. - X* I collapsed beside the crib. Grabbed Grace, held her tight, tears streaming. "He was here. He was right here. He could have killed her and he did not. He is playing with us."

I asked because it seemed like it was important for me to know. He looked at me like he was just seeing me, making me shift in my position. "Grace is dead, she's the victim of the alley murder." That was all I needed to swoon.

She had just received some… interesting news. Grace Silverton had been killed. The order had come from Alex’s men. The problem? Alex was dead. Which meant someone else had pulled the trigger. Her eyes darkened. She hated loose ends. And she hated people making moves behind her back even more. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Find out who authorized Grace Silverton's execution,” she ordered coldly. “And when you do…” She smirked, tapping the blade against the table. “Make sure they regret it.” she said

With a wine glass in one hand and the media wrapped around her finger, she led Rosenthal Media like a queen. But she was ruthless. Grace remembered the fights, nights her mother would lock herself in her office, burning bridges and building new ones in a single breath. And then she disappeared. A plane crash off the coast of Monaco. No body found. Only wreckage. Grace was fourteen. “I never believed she died,” Grace told Julian, her voice trembling. “There were things she said, cryptic things. About going underground, about ‘faking death’ being the last escape from power.” Julian exhaled sharply. “And now, she’s back.”

Grace was looking tensed when she came back but now she looks relaxed. "Grace, is everything fine?" Bella asked. "You can share with me... We are in the same situation." Grace sighed. "Your situation is better than me... Atleast Alex is not Acting over possessive and killing people for calling you beautiful." "He killed the man?" Bella asked shocked. "He later said that he didn't... I don't know because i fainted when he shot him." Grace rubbed her forehead. "You fainted... How could he?.. he knows that you are scared of violence... I am going to complain to his mother."

Zephyr brought out a pair of handcuffs and said coldly, “Grace Zimmer, you will be arrested for intentional assault, murder, destroying important research data and results, and other crimes!” Things progressed quickly after that. A few days later, the court sentenced Grace to death, and her sentence was to be carried out immediately. After some special treatment from the lab, my corpse was reduced to ashes, and I could finally be buried. “I’m sorry, Luna.” Jim buried a small box beside my tombstone and cried like a baby. I knew that the box contained my baby’s remains. The lab technicians had cut him up and extracted his DNA, so the body had been reduced to ashes.

“I can not help it, Gia, and I am almost dying from just the mere thought of of the possibility that..." “I killed him!” I rapture Grace. I did. Yes, I did! Everyone saw it, right? She saw it! All the girls did. The police know that as well! We all witnessed it! “Then how can you explain what we are feeling right now, Gia? No matter how much I try to battle these thoughts out of my head, I just cannot. His name keeps ringing so loud. I am almost losing my mind over this, and I know you feel the same. And I also know that more than anyone, Gia, you are the last person who would want to remember that monster.” She spits the bitter truth on my face.

I saw a few people in the park, walking with their baby or their dogs, but they were on the other side, so they wouldn't see me. I put my feet up on the bench and wrapped my arms around my knees. I rest my head between my knees and cried harder. I let out all the pent up emotions that I had all these years. I cried for my father who had died when I was just ten. I cried for my mother who died when I was fifteen and I cried for all the pain and agony Allan had caused me since then.

“Why aren’t you replying to my messages anymore, Grace? Is this how you want to avenge your mother’s death?! I’ve been asking you to keep me updated but your last message was about Damon’s sister? Does Damon even have a sister? Instead of falsely accusing me why don’t you clench your fist in anger and avenge your mother?! I’ve told you countless times how your mother died and you’ve grieved with me. Stop making me feel like I’m the only one who cares about her. I will never let Marcy Veyra’s death slide. This is the type of spirit I want you to have!” The letter came to a conclusion. My stomach sank and my heart became heavy. I could barely recall how to inhale and exhale properly. My vision