The Woman Who Survived Him Novels & Stories

He was shock by the presence of the woman whom he thought have died a long time ago. "I am a woman of multiple skills. Hello Quentin! Miss me? Oh how thoughtless of me. How could you miss me you made sure that I'm will be gone, you left me half dead. Didn't you?" She said sweetly. "Emma how could you survived that fall into that deep river, you were already black and blue and not even breathing." He said surprised and wondering how could she be in front of him now alive and well. "You could say luck is on my side or maybe I possess a good survival instinct." She replied sarcastically.

His laughter sounded like music to my ears and balm to my broken heart and once again, I blinked back tears. "That's great." His face fell and he looked behind me. "Where's mom?" My heart broke. "She's fine... she's here also but... she's hurt." His sad eyes made me feel even sadder. "Will she survive it? Is it bad?" I shook my head. "No, it's not bad. She will survive it," I said and pulled him into a hug, "She's a strong woman." She has to survive. Katherine was the strongest person I knew.

I asked in curiosity. “I can't say. The gun she used was still there and it was missing the bullet, so she really shot herself. There was blood on the floor but no body.” I sighed, my spirits dulling for a few seconds. “It's alright, like I said… God be with her.” There was a chance she had survived the shot. I mean, the woman had taken so many bullets in the last five years. Would it really be shocking to know that she survived once more?

“Who.” Another pause. Longer this time. “The woman. Elara.” The name tasted bitter. “She pushed for it,” the man continued. “She found the hospital. She insisted. The doctors confirmed without surgery, he wouldn’t last.” I said nothing. My chest felt too tight for air. “He survived,” the man finished. “Successful procedure. Recovery ongoing. He’s already returned.” I ended the call without another word. For a long moment, I just sat there. Then I laughed.

She had survived. And she had done it with the woman she loved at her side. End of Chapter 216

I hadn’t let myself think about her much, not really, not beyond the framed photograph in Ashford’s office and the ache of a face I’d never gotten the chance to know. I looked back down at the paper, my heart climbing into my throat all over again, and found a single line near the bottom that Ashford had underlined twice, like he’d wanted to make absolutely certain I wouldn’t miss it. Your mother did not die in the same accident as your father. She survived three additional days in a private facility, under guard, before she passed. I have reason to believe she was never meant to survive that long, and that someone changed their plans when they realized what she knew.

"I told you the triangle zone is safest. Why won't you listen? You're seriously going to jump?" Just looking at him made me sick. In my last life, I broke my leg saving him and spent three months stuck in a hospital bed. The pain was brutal. I woke up in cold sweats every day and couldn't even roll over without help. Tristan brought me soup every day, but he barely looked at me. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, a faint smile on his face. Later, I found out he'd been texting Rainee. While I was in the hospital, she told everyone, "If Kayla had stayed in the triangle zone and waited for rescue, she wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Then, he let out a low laugh, tinged with surprise. "Gutsy," he said. "You're tougher than the others." He holstered his weapon and turned away. "Survive," he tossed over his shoulder without looking back. "You live. For now." Only when his tall figure had completely disappeared down the hall did the strength in my legs give out, and I collapsed onto the carpet. I finally realized it then. How many women had been sent into this mansion as bargaining chips before me. Very few had actually survived and been remembered. This was only the first night.

Maybe she can be helped. “I don’t know. In all my years, this is the first time this has happened.” “So what do we do?” “I don’t know. All I can say is to wait and see how this goes. She is a strong woman. She survived being shot, she can survive this setback.” I could not argue about that. I nodded as I led him to the door, turning back to see her at the balcony. “You can’t sleep?” I asked as she nodded before I joined her there and took her into her room.

I was in bed. "Sir, what's going to happen to her?" I glanced at the middle aged woman who stood beside me, a bunch of files tugged to her chest. She looked up at the man beside her, who was dressed in a police uniform. The man sighed out loud. "Unfortunately, she was the only one who survived the accident." Hearing that, my heart stopped for a moment. No. This had to be a nightmare. A crazy one. He cleared his throat, and continued, "She was able to hop out of the vehicle, we assume. But, the rest of her family burned to death. We're so hurt to know that the person who sat in the passenger's seat was pregnant."