Novel & Cerita The True Story Of Jeff The Killer

He supported my back with a pillow. Ray sighed deeply and lowered his head. “Why is all this happening?” Sighs. “Ray, it’s Jeff. Have you arrested him? I told you he was at the funeral home, but you didn’t believe me and now he…” “What’s that?” He interrupted me. “Jeff, of course. He was the one who stabbed me, he is after my life, Ray. Please help me.” To my surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. “What is wrong with you, Ray? Didn’t you hear what I was saying?”

When I could finally get out of bed, a few reporters came to the ward. Before Ryan introduced them, I could already recognize their faces. They set up their equipment, and Ryan sat opposite me again. I unhappily shook the handcuffs around my wrists. “The doctor should have said that it’s a miracle that I’m still alive, right? “With my current health condition, do you think I could flip out and hurt someone? Are you that afraid?” The reporters were already wearing dark expressions in the face of someone like me, who killed her own family. When they saw that I still dared to joke, they immediately mocked me back.

"How is that possible? You told me only three people knew the truth by then. You, the pharmacist, and the doctor. No one else was supposed to know." "That's what we believed too." Logan's jaw tightened. "Then who betrayed us?" Grayson's voice turned cold. "The doctor." Logan stared ahead in disbelief. "The doctor died." "He did but not from the accident we all believed. Jeffery found him before anyone else did and forced him to confess everything he knew before killing him. He staged the whole thing to look like an accident, and none of us suspected the truth." Logan slowly closed his eyes. "So that's how Jeffery found out Clara was connected to the Rothwell family."

That night, Jeff had just returned to his apartment. He felt something strange. A car had been following him this evening. He was alert and walked towards the next alley. He hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly he was shot in the arm and, fortunately, missed it a little. Nevertheless. A great pain came. Because he didn't hit the vital point, two men in black jumped out. Blocked his way. There was actually someone using a pin pistol, and it seemed to be a professional killer. What the hell is going on here?

In that moment, getting to Victor was all that mattered. The door to Jeff's room—the room directly above the living room—was already unlocked, so she threw it open. Jeff was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His face had been slashed with five straight lines like the claws of some giant creature had ripped into him to the point where he was barely recognizable, but she knew it was him. Blood streamed down either side of his mouth, and there was a massive, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had once been.

She opened it and Jerald was exactly the opposite of what she thought. “The Mafia…” She whispered and Mason stood up. “Yes. Not only you married a warlord but your life is also in danger. Expect kidnapping, more moving, new identity and blood on your hands.” Mason said moving around. “Blood on my hands?” “Obviously there's a reason why Jerald married you. He just want to use you to clear his name like he did today at the airport. But we can work together to stop that.”Jennifer’s mind was done connecting the dots and that means that man with a balaclava was killed not taken to the station. The man who shot Jerald is probably dead too.

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

Stella found out that she wasn't the only woman Jeff have promised to marry and stole their money, so we decided to teach him a bitter lesson by planting Monica in his life and making it look like he was cheating on her. She felt fulfilled that Jeff would spend the rest of his life in jail for AL his crimes since all the women he deceived including the family of a lady who he claimed to love and dumped her after stealing all her money committed suicide and he ran away, they were all coming to testify against him. Stella took a deep breath , she wondered for how long Monica had been planning to run away with the money cause she had planned everything from the beginning to the end of it with M

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.