To Die For Real Story Novels & Stories

In the police station, Mom and Dad still refused to believe that I was dead. "That's impossible! We left breathing holes for him. He must have conspired with you to put on this show. Tell me, how much did he pay you? I'll pay you double!" Dad roared. "Look at this!" The police officer slapped a DNA report down on the desk. Dad took the document and skimmed it quickly. His expression darkened. "It was really John?" After reading the document, Mom was stunned. "That can't be! He can't be dead. That body wasn't his! The fortune teller told us that he would survive a few days!"

"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."

I had no choice but to let Celia pursue you instead, and you were stupid enough to fall for her. "Weren't you hoping to go abroad with Celia and marry her? You stole my marriage, so it was only fair I steal yours. Your mother finally kicked the bucket. I tampered with the drug you took to fake your death. Once they bury you, you'll be awake for every second of it and feel yourself die. "The day you take your last breath is the exact day I marry Celia." Every single word out of his mouth was a knife, and with each sentence, my heart turned to ice.

papa said and I hugged him tightly " please don't say anything about dying papa. I have no one in this world except you to call mine. If anything happens to you I will die. "I told him " beta death is inevitable, we can't do anything about it. Think about everything and decide if he deserves a chance from your side? And by the way who is that lucky person? "he asked me and I bite my lips " he is an actor. "I told him and he looked a bit shocked

Daniel nodded his head, “You should. I think we need to pile as much as we can on her.” I asked, “How would you fake my death and make it look real?” Daniel smiled, “I have a friend who is on the local police force. His wife is a make-up artist for movie producers. They work together to do this all the time. We were thinking that if we could fake your death until after her trial, you would be okay to continue on with your life.”

You thought that once I was declared dead, no one would ever make you answer for what you had done. He closed his eyes in pain. "I never wanted you to die… The doctor said the induced labor was risky… I just… I just wanted a child. And after that, it would've been very difficult for you to get pregnant again. And Chloe wanted a child too…" So, he had staged the entire story about me dying in childbirth. He had announced to the world that I was dead. Then he took my son and handed him to another woman as if he had belonged to her all along.

"Charlotte, I'm coming to join you." I floated gently beside him and whispered, "Don't die, Calvin. Enduring it alive is the greatest punishment." Whether it was because he heard me or if he was simply cowardly, he lowered his gun at the last moment, tears streaming down his face. Death was a one-way street, but I had no regrets. I traded my life for the truth and traded my death for their awakening. Though it came too late, at least they finally saw the real me. My consciousness faded, like sinking into the deep sea.

At the reunion dinner, my adopted brother, Isaac Johnson, whispers in my ear, "The Johnson family only needs one son. You're just a country bumpkin. We don't need you here." I think he's right. So, I run straight into traffic at the intersection. My family is terrified. They rush over and manage to pull me back from the road. My sister, Rebecca Johnson, turns pale with anger and warns me not to upset Isaac again. I obediently nod. Then, late that night, I turn on the gas and leave a suicide note. "It's my fault for upsetting Isaac. I'll take the whole family to heaven with me. None of us will ever have to suffer again." My family stares at me as if I've gone mad. Later, at a party, Is

Make him die. But guess what?

Lowering her voice, she said in what she thought was a deeply affectionate tone, "The race with Rory is just for show—to help his condition. Once he's better, I'll explain everything to him. Just wait a little longer for me, okay?" Her words instantly transported me back to the past. When my parents passed away and I locked myself in my room, refusing food or drink, she pleaded through the door over and over, "Clyde, open the door. I swear, from now on, I'll be your safe harbor. I'll always stay by your side." Back then, her eyes were clear, her tone sincere. But now, she used that same sincerity to spout the most hypocritical lies. "You truly disgust me," I said, shoving her away and stormi