Three Years After I Faked My Own Death Novels & Stories

I sighed. Arriving in front of Javier’s penthouse, I sighed as a nostalgic feeling filled my mind. We were so carefree before and then everything changed three years ago when I thought I was going to die. Or when I had died and returned to life. I don't know much about that day and the procedure that was performed but when I opened my eyes, happy to be alive, I stared into the most bottomless cold eyes ever and for three years I'd been living in hiding before they released me to be beside one of my most trusted people.

I had lots of money stacked up in my account and the first thing you did was get plastic surgery. Looking different made it way easier for me. I udp walk around amongst the crowd without having to worry about someone yelling out my name as the lady who had died and risen again.. I wasn't Christ it's not possible but then humans mentality and thought the world was a big ball of circles. They believed just about anything they heard or saw, I was miserable those few days. I spent lots of money and Tim, I had to fake reports and eventually fake death before I got a chance to take him out of prison.

Overwhelmed by the pain, I fell unconscious for three days. When I woke up, I received the news that Theo was dead. But now, I just found out that all the pain and suffering I'd gone through thus far were merely the result of an elaborate lie! "All I did was sever our mate bond. Olivia's tough as nails. Nothing will happen to her. After all, she used to be a Rogue," Theo said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter since I can't be Eliza's mate anyway. Besides, as long as I'm with Amara, she won't interfere with Eliza's happiness." Only then did I realize that the one that my mate truly loved was also my stepsister. So, I've prepared a fake identity and planned a staged death at the hands of rogue wolves. After confirming the final arrangements for my fake death over the phone, I hung up. In two more days, I would disappear forever, just as they wished. Just then, I sensed a familiar, commanding wolf presence. I looked up instinctively to see my mate, Alpha Alaric Blackwood of the Blackwood Pack, still as imposing and well-groomed as ever.

I didn’t respond. He paused. “Why the silence? Aren’t you happy? Gia saved your life back in high school. You loved her so much. Don’t tell me you forgot all about her because of…” “Why would you say that?” I cut in, turning left. “Of course, I love Gia. She saved me. I owe her everything.” Justin’s tone shifted. “Then what about Lily? Shouldn’t you end things now? Gia is back so I don't see the need to keep pretending in that fake marriage with her.

“I… I faked my death. With my sister.” My brain stopped. “What do you mean you faked your death?” “I was never dead, Killian.” “You… fucking faked your death?” My voice cracked. I was shaking now. “You faked your fucking death?! How? What the fuck are you talking about?” “Calm down,” she whispered again. “Just listen. I wasn’t dead. We planned it. We planned it so I could… leave. So everyone would forget me. So I could start over. Live here.”

That if I let him slip away, I’d wake up to find this was just a goddamn dream, a sick illusion that was never real. Even though they declared him dead years ago, even though I cried my eyes out at his grave, drowning in regret and longing, I never stopped hoping he was still out there. For three fucking years, questions tore at my mind, clawing at me endlessly. If he could fake my father’s death… if he could lie to my face and say he killed my mother and sister… if he could pull off that kind of shit, he could damn well stage his own death. But why?

I just thought that at least there would be someone there for you after I died. "I loved you so much that I couldn't bear to share you with anyone else. So I told myself you two would just have to wait a little longer. That wait lasted three months. During that time, I bore tremendous mental stress and lost clumps of hair. "I didn't know when I would die until I received the results from my hospital check-up. It turned out to be a misdiagnosis. It was then I finally sighed in relief. That was the moment I decided to let go, to fake my death and leave. So that you two could be together.

Yet, I could not sleep all night as I waited for him to come home safe and victorious. However, I received news that Damiano had perished in an explosion while trying to save one of his subordinates. I suppressed the sorrow I felt and sent men on a search for him. Later, I ended up receiving an email from an unknown sender. It came with a pregnancy report and a photo of Damiano gently caressing Wendy Cara’s belly. It turned out that he had only faked his death. He had abandoned me the night before our wedding to accompany another woman. My heart was completely shattered. It hurt so much that it felt as if a knife had cut through me.

He said firmly, “I’m still living. I’m old and need someone to take care of me.” I looked at her six-year-old son, whose face was nearly identical to my dad’s, and smiled knowingly. It was obvious my dad had been having an affair for years. After working for three years, I decided to focus on myself and applied to one of the top graduate programs in the country. On the day of my graduation, a woman who looked completely unhinged suddenly burst into the ceremony. She grabbed my hand and kept apologizing to me. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have made you fake your death.