Three Years After I Faked My Own Death Novels & Stories

Claire refused to believe I was dead. Even after the medical staff confirmed it over and over—even after my body had gone cold and stiff—she still hovered beside me, red-eyed, and had me gently placed into a custom-built ice chamber she'd ordered constructed overnight. She started tearing through every piece of evidence she could find. Every security camera in the house. Every hospital record within reach. She was convinced I was still alive. "He faked his death once three years ago. He can do it again."

"I was reborn." Julian's eyes widened. He was completely stunned. I continued. "In my last life, after you disappeared, I gave up my spot at Columbia and spent ten years on a pilgrimage. I thought I was atoning for your death." My voice was flat, as if telling someone else's story. "Ten years later, I learned the truth. You weren't dead. You were with Scarlett, building an empire on my ghost. I died of a heart attack and woke up at your funeral, in this life."

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come a day when you won't be able to earn a thing, and every last penny will be gone." Then, his tone softened. "It's just as well that you finally understand. At least now we don't have to stay away from home anymore."

The night before our engagement, my fiancée, Yvonne Gomez, died. The police said her car had crashed through a guardrail and plunged into the river. All they found was a bloodstained watch. The entire Gomez family blamed me. "If she hadn't gone out to buy you a wedding ring, none of this would've happened!" "You're a living curse! Wasn't getting your parents killed enough? Now, you've killed your fiancée too!" Ernie Young, a junior she had gone to school with, played her final voice message as he cried. "Don't die for me. Go live a good life." I held her watch and kept vigil at the funeral home for three days. On the fourth morning, I put on the white suit she liked best and we

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen

In our third year of marriage, my wife's kept boy toy decided he wanted to break up with her. He left her nothing but a long, dramatic message and blocked her on every platform before she could respond. [You can't give me what I actually want. I don't want to keep dragging this out with you.] I watched my wife's romantic drama play out with a cold, distant expression. After three years of them breaking up and getting back together more times than I could count, I figured this was nothing new. I expected Elena Sheridan to rush straight to coax him back like always. But this time, she was ice cold about it. "He was just a plaything I kept around for amusement. Now he thinks he can threaten

And my heart stopped with him. I had been dead for five years I faked it after the accident . The police report said the car was swept away and totally burnt with no body recovered. I let them keep that story because it was better than the actual truth. The man looking for me, doesn't know I disappeared with three of his kids and that would be a hard truth for him to discover I moved to Ohio and changed my last name to Vance and built a Company competing with the elites in the construction industry. Until the last Charity gala Jasmine hosted for the company.

And then, I uploaded the footage to an anonymous drop site. I wrote one line: "This man is Richard. He faked his death and is responsible for the prison explosion."

before quickly falling asleep. But I stayed awake all night. He had faked memory loss, and I had given him my heart for three years. Now, I would fake my own death and let him live with regret for the rest of his life.

When I was severely injured in the silver pit, the Sterling family butler had sent me to the hospital secretly. The treatment required a huge sum of money. The butler was helpless and found Ethan for help. At that time, Ethan saw that Kane was planning to marry Sage. To end their toxic entanglement, she saved me and arranged my fake death. He was grateful for her decision to save me then. Otherwise, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. But he never expected my fake death would cause Kane such devastation. "No," I said coldly into the phone. "Don't tell me about Kane's news anymore. We're strangers now."