Novel & Cerita Why Did Frank Kill Gigi In Haunting Adeline

she couldn’t help but ask. Giselle said through gritted teeth, “Jenson Franklin. That man has been haunting me like a ghost for the last 30 years. He is the one who got Aden killed.” Hearing that Alice was stunned.

I looked in Killian’s eyes, searching for the sign of speculation that—this is just the theory—but the only thing I saw is a dark confidence. "How… you," I try to find a word, "You are telling me, my father killed Adeline so he could what? Frame me for murder?" "He doesn't need you in jail, he needs you out of my sight. As long as I am around you, he can't do anything." Tommen Anderson killed Adeline for this. I felt my soul jump out of my skin. This is a horrifying possibility that can be true. But if this is true, if he could do this, then what about all those years ago, Killian's parents...

She fucking looked like me! Same face. Same hair. Same build. It was like staring down at a dead reflection. Lifeless, dripping blood, and terrifyingly familiar. I gulped, taking a few steps back, shaking my head in disbelief. “I killed her. Finally!” Adeline cackled, wiping her face with her blood stained hand. “I, Adeline Black, killed Mikaela White!”

My father slammed his fist into the wall, and blood instantly seeped from his knuckles. "You're lying! Adeline just had a fever. How could she die from that? Did she pay you to lie to us?" The healer's expression darkened. "Sir, please be mindful of your words. Adeline's condition was known throughout the entire hospital. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone here. This wasn't just a simple fever. Her wolf died days ago. Frankly, it was already a miracle she lasted this long."

Damien staggered into the cold chamber again, Marcus gripping his arm to keep him upright. He looked at my ruined body, and a raw, guttural sound tore from his throat — like a wounded animal. I watched him, confused. Why did he look so shattered? Wasn't my death exactly what he wanted? I was the obstacle between him and Vivienne. With me gone, nothing stood in their way. His fingers found the long scar on my back. The one I got throwing myself between him and a Holylight dagger. His hand trembled.

He raised his head and looked at us with disgust. “Adrian, you have the guts to come in my office. Do you think that you can kill me?” he asked arrogantly. I pointed the gun on his head and released the safety button. His eyes still looked at me coldly as if we weren’t the same people who used to work and eat together. “Why did you frame me? why did you kill her parents?” I asked icily. “Adrian, are you doing this for a woman? Her parents were a necessary sacrifice and you know how we work. what is all this? Put that gun away from my face before I order an attack on you.” He growled arrogantly.

"I do. I'd pick fiction over reality if you keep pushing me away any time, any day. So tell me." "I had something to tell you. I...I—" "Is everything okay, Gigi?" Tay interrupted daggering Adam with a glare. She'd spotted Adam manhandling Gianna on her way to the restroom. "Can't you see it for yourself?" Adam snapped. "Last I checked you are not Gigi." "Everything is fine Tay. We are having a talk." But Tay didn't move. "She said we're having a talk or does she have to paint a fucking picture?"

"Sherlyn, just wait and see. Eugene will be mine sooner or later." Little did I expect that she would stage a bullying scheme, specifically targeting her and Eugene, to frame me and drive us apart. What a childish and foolish act! Yet both Eugene and I fell for it. I saved Eugene that day, but Megan died accidentally in that alley due to the thugs' recklessness. As I recalled the past, Eugene closed his eyes, hiding the sadness in them. "Sherlyn, you killed Megan." …… I calmed down and looked into Eugene's furious eyes, shaking my head frantically.

She screamed and dodged my attack by inches. Vincent sat on a chair as if it was his property and said, “This is entertaining to watch, but I don’t have all day. Kill her quickly.” My vision turned hazy, but I could see how I walked towards my own destruction. My hand grabbed Adeline by her throat, and I raised her in the air. She choked, trying to free herself from me. Please, no. I don’t want to do this. Tears fell down my eyes as I saw her face turning pale, the colors fading.

But Enzo’s grip was firm, and he kept her still. Her body tensed up when a man stepped into view. He was talking on the phone. Adeline’s heart almost stopped when she saw who it was—Andrew, the one responsible for her pack’s destruction. He was only a few feet away from them, nodding into the phone. “Yes, father, the place is still a mess, but they’re working on it.” Adeline went completely still, her struggles stopping immediately. Her face drained of color as she stared at him in horror. This was the man who had killed her people, the man who had shot her. The memories of that night rushed back to her in an instant.