What Happened To Emily At The End Of Corpse Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His facial expression instantly became serious. He didn’t say anything, but he quickly sat up and moved closer to Xyla so that he could hear what Jeremy was saying. “Emily killed herself. Your aunt suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage… They both died yesterday,” Jeremy said. This sudden news left Xyla in a state of disbelief. She really didn’t think the two of them would end up like this. The other day, when Xyla saw Emily, Emily didn’t look like she would kill herself at all. Emily even said through gritted teeth that she would get her revenge against Xyla once she got out of prison.

And when she was comfortable enough she turned to my direction. “I’m Emily.” “And I’m Beta Brandon from blood moon pack.” “Bloo… moon pack, get away, get away from me. You're the devil's advocate he sent you didn’t he, he told me if I talked, someone would come get me. Ple…….” Heavy breathing.” “Doc, get in here right now.” The doctor and two nurses ran inside quickly, they tried to revive Emily but it was too late. She had already died from a heart attack. I dropped to the chair next to me and looked as they removed her dead body from the room, her words rang in my ear, who is this guy and what those he have in common with Blood Moon pack.

Reed steps in to hold me in place from restless pacing and freaking out. I listen to the video on the news. “Emily Danvers heir to a corporate legacy bride to Alexander Malcolm was kidnapped from her own wedding reports say. New reports just in the bride was last seen going overboard on a yacht and while her body was recovered it is unclear of what happened to her. She is now considered a missing person since there are no reports of her being admitted for injuries . If you or anyone you know has information please call…” Reed grabs my phone and shuts it off. I sit there just looking around the dark room with wide eyes. Completely in shock.

That was when she spotted me on the road. An idea occurred to her—she decided to commit a murder-suicide. The truth sent a chill down my spine. The extent of Emily's hatred for me was truly unfathomable. The police went on to inform me that Emily had died during the car crash when her truck rammed into the barrier. Sighing, I gave my statement to the police. When that was done, I extended my arm toward the windows, basking in the glow of the sunset. Emily's life had come to an end, but mine was far from over.

“Alright, I’m on it. I’ll find out where Mark got this information and who he assumes is your mysterious husband.” Relieved by Emily’s determination, Emerald sighed, “Thank you, Em. I need to figure this out before my corpse gets cold. Let me know if you uncover anything unusual.” Emerald cleared her mind and returned to work with a determined spirit. She might have dug her grave, but she was determined to enter in a jade coffin.

After hugging Bach, he quickly walked inside with the excuse that he had something on the stove, but I could see the tears slipping down his cheeks. Salvatore stepped aside as his phone buzzed. His expression hardened as he listened, and when he hung up, he came to me quietly. “Emily is dead,” he said flatly. “She was involved in a fatal accident. She drank herself half to death and tried to drive over here to ruin the wedding. In her last words, she admitted it.” I blinked once, twice. Then I shrugged. “Good riddance.” I didn’t feel anything. I wasn’t supposed to. She died a long time ago.

In other words, while they all believed that I'd run away from home in a fit of anger, trashed up Arianna's dress in jealousy, and poisoned her out of spite, I had been quietly dead in the basement all along. I watched them in their chaotic state and wondered if they even had the capacity to consider the underlying issues and loopholes with their previous beliefs. My body was carried out on a stretcher, covered in a white cloth. While passing through the living room, Giusto suddenly rushed forward and yanked off the sheet. The face on the corpse was deathly pale, the eyes half-open with unfocused pupils, and a congealed streak of dark brown blood on the lips. The wedding dress was also stain

But Emily noticed that he and the woman left separately, he went one way, she another. Suspicious, Emily thought. She stood, Nicole at her side. "We need to find out who that man is," she said quietly. Nicole nodded. "I'll have someone look into it." Emily looked toward the coffin one last time. Belin was dead. Geraldine was dying. Emilia was alone. Carl was broken. And she, well, she was still standing. Still fighting, winning. She turned away and walked into the fading light. The past was dead. But the war was far from over.

There was no blood, no final gasp—just a sudden, cold silence, as if something had reached out and stolen the last spark of life from him. Emily stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were distant, haunted—not just by what they had witnessed, but by the presence inside her that continued to churn restlessly beneath her skin. The Seed pulsed in tune with the forest, and Emily could feel it reacting to the man’s death. Something had shifted. A door had opened.

Her fingers began to tremble slightly. "I saw his body." Alexander frowned. "What do you mean?" Emily looked down for a moment, trying to remember. "After the accident… they told me he didn’t survive." Her voice became quieter. "I even went to the hospital." "And they showed me…" She stopped talking. Alexander finished the sentence. "They showed you the body." Emily nodded. Alexander turned off the video. His mind was already working through the situation. Something about this story didn’t add up. Daniel Harper. A man who was supposed to be dead.