The Seven Deaths Of Evelyn Hardcastle の小説・ストーリー

Now that the other woman had asked to this extent, Evelyn knew that no amount of evasiveness would cover it up, but she wasn't nervous or afraid. Evelyn simply avoided Xavier's gaze as she gently inclined her face, her eyes cast to one of the demons that had fallen at the other's feet, the one that had desperately struggled and fought its way out of the room before it died... Evelyn stared at the corpse for a moment and spoke, "Whether human, or demon, all will meet their death one day." "It's just that for me, this day came earlier," Evelyn said, "and it was my own decision."

Robert said. “Yes, Elder,” Diana affirmed. “Evelyn, what did you know about Clara's death?” Robert asked. “I do not know anything about Clara's death, Elder,” Evelyn replied firmly. "She was the only one who saw you push Lisa off the stage, and now she's dead. From the investigations carried out on her body, it appears she was killed. It looks like someone intentionally killed her to prevent her from revealing the truth," Robert alleged. “Are you trying to say I killed her?” Evelyn said, her expression a mixture of confusion and alarm.

“I know you had a past with the Godfather, but you can’t be so reckless anymore.” On the table lay that expensive diamond signet ring—the symbol of power of the Costello mafia family. Blair wore it and was thrown into the river to drown. Chloe wore it and died in a car crash, her body unrecognizable. Catherine wore it and had her face slashed before being thrown into a dungeon to die. And me? Chloe’s voice rang sharply in my ears. “Did you forget how you died the last time? You were covered in blood, stabbed so many times your wedding dress was soaked through!”

"Save her!" He was convinced—stubbornly, desperately—that this was just another ploy. Another scheme to force him to cut ties with Vivian. But after the doctor took my pulse, his face turned grave. He bowed his head and delivered the verdict. "Mr. Hartwell, Madam Elena has indeed been dead for seven days. Just as Mr. Young said." Seven days? Nathan staggered backward as if he'd been struck by lightning. Wasn't that the very day I'd jumped into the pool for the second time?

blurry but unmistakable. A woman with long dark hair. Soft eyes. Familiar. The timestamp at the bottom of the image said "1 week before death – Jan 14, 2022." But Evelyn had supposedly died on January 7th. So who sent me this? And why now? I tapped the screen to reread the message: > “Not everything is as it seems. Evelyn’s death was no accident. Ask Ethan what really happened.” I felt a cold rush down my spine. Ethan.

“It’s fine, you’re just trying to piece your life back together again. I know you were worried about me thinking poorly of you wanting two men, but do you think of me poorly for not caring that you’re in love with another?” Evelyn shook her head fast. “No, and if he’s gone… maybe this is good. If you sure you want me, I’d go anywhere with you.” Artemis had said something similar, but it didn’t make my heart soar like it did when she said… I might not… my need for vengeance, for her. I leaned in capturing her lips, pulling her closer, and deepening the kiss as her hands landed on my chest, curling. I pulled back as I heard pecking at the window. I looked up, it was Oscar. I walked over to the

Liam answered on speaker. "Liam, we have a problem." Bennett's voice was tense. "The prosecutor just filed additional charges. They're claiming Evelyn took out the life insurance policy specifically to kill her mother for the money. They have witness testimony placing her in the hospital pharmacy three days before Charlotte Ashford's death, allegedly purchasing digoxin." "That's impossible," I said. "I was never in the hospital pharmacy. I barely knew what digoxin was until the police mentioned it."

My heart pounded so loudly I thought she might hear it. I swallowed my fear, forcing myself to glare at her. “This is all you, isn’t it?” I hissed. “You’re the one who killed Elder Alyosha. You framed me.” Evelyn didn’t even blink. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if amused. “Did I?” she murmured. Then, she let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Oh, Olivia. I think you’re confused. You’re the one who killed him, remember? After all all the evidences are against you.”

She’s still in there. Across the estate, in the sun-drenched solarium, Helena Mordrake sat with a crystal glass of sherry. The news had reached her ten minutes ago via an encrypted dispatch. Evelyn was dead. A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smirk spread across Helena’s face. She didn't mourn her sister-in-law. To Helena, Evelyn had been a messy reminder of a past that refused to stay buried. Evelyn’s exile weeks ago had been a necessity; her death was a gift.

Three days have passed since the death and burial of Andrew. Instead of grieving for his death, people were saying bad things about him. They said that he deserves what he got. Karma caught up with him. The investigation for his death is still ongoing. Zara is going through a trail. Elizabeth promised herself to make sure that Zara rots in jail. Well, there is not much hope of her escaping her sentence. She murdered two people, and the evidence is there. So far, everything is working to Elizabeth's plan. The next step now is to get rid of Evelyn. She has committed a lot of crimes and must pay for all of them. So far, Elizabeth has been gathering evidence, and now she has enough evidence to t