Ziva David Death の小説・ストーリー

"Remember David Patterson? A man in his fifties who died just a few months ago after swallowing wolfsbane even though his life was going well, and there was no reason for him to kill himself?" She clutched her stomach, sweat beading on her forehead. "Yes." "Remember the Quinn family? Peaceful people that had a fire accident and were all wiped out?" Davina looked how I felt inside— sick. "Those stories, Davina. None of them were true. Those were cover ups for the people Gideon murdered. The people that dared to ask questions. The people that dared to challenge his authority." She walked to a wall, and let herself slide down it, hands holding the sides of her head like it was too heavy for her

“Care to fill me in?” “I pressed her for answers,” Zion said, dragging a hand over his jaw. “She told me everything.” The weight of it still sat heavy on his chest the abuse, the twisted logic behind Chain’s plan. He believed her completely; she’d rather die than betray him. “It’s worse than we thought.” David leaned forward. “Then talk.” Zion paced as he recounted Maya’s story: the silver chain, the public executions, the impossible cruelty Chain had engineered by never touching skin. When he finished, the room hung silent except for the tick of the old wall clock.

"But, sir—" "Speak!" Clarice looked at Joshua and immediately touched his hand as he snapped at his maid. She gave him a look to not behave like that but Joshua immediately chose silence and exhaled. "I don't want to be disturbed, so speak up," this time his tone sounded quite soft to his maid. "Sir, Miss Zoya died. She was murdered by her bedmate," his maid said. Joshua pretended to be shocked as he looked at Clarice. Clarice looked even more shocked than he was. She covered her lips with her hand and Joshua immediately stood up. "Wait a moment." He approached the phone and started talking to the person who was Zoya's brother, Zack.

His father's death had always been his sore point. Back then, his family doctor said his father was in good health and had at least a tie decades to live. However, his father suddenly passed away one day eight years ago, so there was Something wrong with his death. Therefore, Zayn had never stopped investigating for the past eight years, but he had found nothing. "Your father committed suicide!" Barbara looked up at Zayn and told the truth about David's death. Bethany covered her mouth in surprise. Gael's eyes widened in surprise.

"I am sorry. I am so tired. So much blood. I think I am dying." "Stay awake. Tell me everything your father found." But David was already unconscious. Slipping away. "Get a medic!" I shouted. "Now!" They worked on him. Tried to stabilize. But he had lost too much blood. Taken too much damage breaching our defenses. He died ten minutes later. Without telling us anything else. I stood there holding that piece of paper. That single name. That accusation that changed everything. Sarah Chen. The woman I trusted. The woman who gave us immunity. The woman who positioned herself as our ally.

Something dead. "Alexander is playing checkers," David said softly. "I'm playing chess. And I've already taken his Queen." He walked out into the night. I scrambled for my phone. My hands were shaking so hard I dropped it twice. I had to warn her. I had to tell her. David wasn't the nice brother. He wasn't the safe option. He was the vulture waiting for us all to die. I dialed Claire's number. Ring. Ring. Ring.

He slowly stood up, stepping flawlessly out of the medical bay and into the heavy steel corridor where Silas was standing guard. "King," Silas murmured heavily, looking at the terminal in Lucian's hands. "Darius Thorne just played his final card." "He thinks she is dead," Lucian stated coldly, completely dissecting the catastrophic news feed. "Yes," Silas breathed. "Darius Thorne just publicly announced to the global media that Sovereign Zara Valerius completely succumbed to her psychological break and perished in the Plaza Hotel gas explosion. The FBI just officially closed the manhunt."

Zach said softly, getting up to give her his seat, standing behind her while she looked at the laptop, then gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "What is it?" Krista asked, snuggled up to Zach, his arm around her. "They identified the remains found in that building fire in Manaus," Zach replied quietly. "David was one of them." "Oh, no!" Krista gasped. "Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry," she said, kneeling down to hug her, seeing the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. "I knew it," Susan said, "but seeing it like this, it's...it's..."

“My God… This will destroy Silas.” “Are you going to tell him?” He nodded. “I will. I’ll also handle the funeral arrangements.” With that settled, I went upstairs to our room. Emily was sitting up in bed reading a book. “You look exhausted, Cade. What happened?” “David is dead,” I said as I lay down beside her. “What? How?” I gave her a brief explanation about the fire and the ring. “It’s so sad,” she murmured, pulling me closer. “It is. But don’t you hate him? He kidnapped you.”