Rico Yan Cause Of Death Novels & Stories

Yup, she shouldn’t have mentioned him. “I’m sorry—” “Mr. Torino died of a heart attack when he found out what Anthony did, well supposedly did, to you.” “Oh no!” Riana sobbed, covering her mouth. Allan’s hard expression softened. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to his shoulder. “Hey, don’t cry.” “He’s dead because of that idiot.” She felt Allan’s warm lips on her forehead before he spoke. “The way I see it, he’s back together with Mariana. The best way we can honor them is to respect his wishes. Maybe you can add a few of your own to the collection.”

“That’s my favorite photo.” She gasped and nearly dropped the frame. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He smirked slightly but didn’t comment. Instead, his eyes lingered on the photo in her hand before sliding toward her. She bit her lip, then blurted out, “How did your father die?” Ryan’s shoulders tensed. “Car accident,” he said. “Brake failure. At least… that’s what they say.” “You don’t believe that,” she said softly.

When he finally opened the file, his entire body began to shake uncontrollably. Five years prior, Rico had accompanied him overseas to close an arms deal. On the road, they’d been ambushed by the Torino family, and Rico had been killed in the gunfight. Wracked with guilt, Adrian had sworn to take care of his widow and daughter, Bianca and Lia, for the rest of their lives.

“Right” “Well, years ago, Ryan and I were in a car; He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He had daddy issues and left his house when he had a fight with his dad, i followed him out of love. . Of course, Ryan would mistake his accelerator for his brakes, and of course his car accidentally hit the car of an innocent couple and they died.” “So I did some digging; it turns out your parents also died on the same day Ryan’s victims died, and is it also a coincidence that they bear the same name and surname as your parents, I think not,”

Loraine leaned closer, pressing her lips against his temple. He took another deep breath before he spoke again. “We’d just dropped off Riana at NYU and mom had cried halfway back to LA before she finally dropped the bomb. Reno Sr. had died two months before.” He snickered. “It explained her moping around for a month and here we thought she was sad to let go of her baby.” “It must have been that, too. Your mom loved you both with all her heart, otherwise she wouldn’t have left to give you all a new start,” she whispered.

A deep one that she had pressed her fingers right into it. Her chest felt heavy now, not from fear this time, but from understanding. The pieces were falling into place in a way she wasn’t ready for. Rico wasn’t just fighting rivals. He was fighting a ghost. And she had just called him second to his face. She looked at Sophia again. "What happened to him? To Luciano?" Sophia's face fell and she wore a sad smile. "He— he died many years ago." "He's dead?" Calla said in a low tone, taking her seat beside Sophia again. "How did it happen?"

It was late for Ryan though. "What do you mean by 'it was late for Ryan?"' I asked, my heart was pounding because I didn't like the sound of what she said about Ryan. "Ryan was poisoned in prison. Alpha Kane refused to kill Ryan for the crime of treason as Lomy suggested. Sadly woke up one morning and found Ryan dead." "Ryan is dead!" I exclaimed.

He gathered her in his arms and stayed like that until she felt better. Over the years, they became no stranger to this kind of altercation. On worse days, it involved some pushing and shoving. The thought of freeing YingTao seriously crossed her mind several times, but she could never bring herself to do it. Then, came the day when YingTao died of health complications before his own parents did. His genes and lifestyle were known to be good, so the only cause anyone could come up with was stress. Everyone who knew him grieved over the loss of a good man. They openly looked at RenRan with blame and hatred in their eyes. RenRan could not take a world without YingTao. She did not eat or sleep

The man pressed against his chest in such a dramatic style that Jessica couldn't help but throw the sofa cushions at Shane's face. "Your face is so disgusting Shane," snorted Jessica harshly. The two then laughed at each other, laughing at the ridiculous attitude they did at their no longer young age. Oh come on, who would care about age? As long as they are happy, then silly things will not be a problem for them. "Shane, is Zyan really dead?" Suddenly Jessica stopped laughing and changed the topic of their conversation to be more serious. "Why? Are you not sure and think all of those are just Edna's tricks? For this time I can swear that it is not just Edna's boasting. The real Zyan's death

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.