Three Years After I Faked My Own Death Novels & Stories

While I was consumed by guilt and despair, the family of three enjoyed a picture-perfect life. The shock of it all was too much for me, and I breathed my last. Thankfully, God gave me a second chance at life. Since Hank wanted to die, it was only right that I made sure he was dead and buried.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

"I don't wanna know. You being here is all that matters. I love you" "I love you too. I had to protect you and all our friends and family. I had short term amnesia after the accident and when I regained my memory, it was five months later and I thought it's best to fake my death. It was hard not seeing you or talking to you. I am sorry" "I almost slipped into depression because of your death but the few sessions with my therapist helped. Why didn't Max tell me? Is that why he left?" "He advised against it. With the help of Max, Nacho, Marty and Charytin, I faked my death and went undercover"

“You didn’t kill him.” There was a pause on the other end of the line for a brief moment. “Man, I know I fucked up. I thought people were tripping when they told me that he was around.” Grimm’s annoyed voice echoed from the other end of the line. “But they had a funeral.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, he faked his death. He just wanted us to forget about him or something……he wanted to get us off guard.” “Damn, that’s fucked up.”

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

Beep—beep— The phone was hung up. I stared stiffly at the surveillance footage in my hand. Under the Ferris wheel, the three of them held hands, their backs looking as harmonious as a perfect oil painting. That was the real family of three. While I was forgotten inside this cold hospital. Watching their warm interaction, my determination to leave hardened.

I still couldn't understand what I had ever done to deserve all of this, even after I was sent down to a stockpen used as a holding cell in the Great Barren North. I held on and pulled through, thankfully. I spent 20 years paying off those debts, and right when I thought I could get a fresh start in life, I unexpectedly ran into the three people who were supposed to be long dead. Instead, they were happily talking and laughing together. I was overwhelmed by disbelief as I rushed forward to confront them. However, they were afraid that their fake deaths would be exposed, so they drove over me with their car. Heaven had fortunately granted me mercy, though.

I opened my eyes again and met my best friend Zoey’s worried gaze. “My poor baby, you’re finally awake. “If I hadn’t gotten there in time, you’d be in the underworld right now. “How did a simple rideshare job turn into this?” Looking at how frantic she was for me, tears immediately spilled down my face. I told her everything about Cedric’s fake death. By the time I finished, she was shaking with rage. “That b*stard! I’m going to have someone kill him right now.”

Casen stood there paralyzed. Snapping his head back, he looked Tyler in the eye. “What did you say?” Without a second delay, Tyler whipped out an international fashion magazine. The model on the cover glowed with confidence. “Look at the model. She’s a spitting image of Donna!” Casen stared at the cover, his fingers trembling. Tyler was right. The model was me. After faking my death, I traveled to Finland all on my own. I threw away every trace of my past to live for myself.