Uncle Owen Death Novels & Stories

"I called once more, You guys already know about the recent happening? We don't know our enemies and we have to keep an close eye on everything..." "I've been wanting to ask you Father. Is there anything like,any business gone wrong in the past that we need to know? I don't think any one will be after us expect they're after something too." Rowan asked and there was silence, more like everyone was thinking . Mr John then cleared his throat and Said. "The only person I can think of, is your uncle. Who disappeared two days to the day I got my Omertà. " "Uncle Edward?" Waylen asked and John nodded.

As he took steps forward to him, until he was standing in his face. "Your uncle Tosin said she had cardiovascular disease. She was on her way to church, when she slumped on the road and died." Bentley could barely finish, because he was beginning to shiver. He felt terrible, breaking a bad news to his friend and roommate." O'Connell recoiled steps backwards and fought to breath, as tears started to stream down his cheeks, like rain drops. He couldn't think straight. His mom hadn't been the best of a mother, but he had loved her in his own way.

He directly asked without any excuse or whatsoever. "No, your uncle is in the house, be just arrived here yesterday after sending Guard Lin there." Mr. Yung answered. "Why'd you asked?" Leon heard the whispering in the background and thought that his mom might be worrying so he just answered. "Is uncle Sonny went to Manila to visit Owen?" Sonny Cruz, Owen's father. His father seems to noticed that something is going on so he voice it out. "What's wrong with Owen?" Leon gulped and looked at Steven and the security guard who were also waiting for his words.

The thought of his daughter being taken by that man filled him with an uncontrollable rage. Suddenly, Mandy’s phone rang again. Dwight picked it up and put it on speaker. The voice on the other end was sharp and sorrowful. It was Uncle Mark. “Thank you, Mandy,” Uncle Mark began, his voice laced with bitterness. “Thank you for sending my children to jail and for finally killing my father.” Dwight’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened to Grandpa Benson?” he asked, his voice thunderous. “He died,” Uncle Mark stuttered, barely able to get the words out. “He had a stroke. He’s gone.”

OWEN'S POV “Why would Dad stage uncle's death? That makes no sense! I grew up to see them love and look out for each other. So why in the world would Dad kill uncle?” I asked in confusion and a look of disgust formed on my mom's face as she sat down.

Hearing the bad news she feared the most. "This morning his father and mother died of the plague and Owen was taken to the hospital. He looks very weak and in great pain. What should I do, Your Majesty? What should I ..." Owen could not continue his words. When he heard that Rupert's parents had died this morning, he immediately rushed to his best friend's house and when he arrived, he saw several nurses lifting Owen's frail body into a horse carriage. Owen was speechless when he saw Rupert crying because he lost his mother and father at the same time. It was too soon that he realized too late that he and his parents had contracted it.

“My second uncle was only 18 when he died. It was a sudden death. The car brakes failed, and he fell off the cliff,” Alexander calmly spoke as if relating the news. “Later on, when my third uncle was around 25, he drowned while diving because the oxygen tank malfunctioned. Then my youngest uncle…” He turned to look at Lily and paused. He cocked his head, thought for a moment, and continued, “I meant my real youngest uncle. He fell sick and died due to congenital disabilities shortly after birth. I heard he died in Grandpa’s arms.”

I didn‘t want to lie to everyone. By the looks on their faces, it was clear they didn‘t believe him. And who could blame them? ―It‘s just that...‖ Owen rubbed the back of his neck. Yep. It was hotter than the dog days of August in this place. Clearing his throat again, he said, ―Down in Louisiana, my uncle gambled away all of his money and then killed himself. My aunt had nothing to her name, and they were ready to take her home so I went to the saloon-‖

" Something about this felt off. Could Uncle Owen’s family be involved too? Seeing that the officers still weren’t convinced, Uncle Owen added, "Who knew something like that would happen nearby? I actually came today to tell my brother I’m taking my mom back home. Good thing I showed up in time." I couldn’t let the police believe them. If they did, they would definitely find a way to erase every trace. "Detective, he’s lying! Something is definitely wrong here. I know what their relationship is like. Uncle Owen would never apologize to her!"

Chapter 47: Madeline’s heartbeat thundered in her chest as Rowan’s words hung in the air. Her father’s brother? Alive? That couldn’t be true. She took a cautious step back, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, Rowan. You’re lying. My uncle died when I was fifteen. He was killed in the southern border war. I saw his body.”