Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Marina's body was working fine bar one—she couldn't control her legs. "What did you do to me?"

"Try walking backward."

They could move when she was retreating, but they stopped whenever she was heading for the gates.

"I've set your mobility strictly within the Carlton residence. Ms. Fordham is a genius indeed. She resolved a big problem of mine."

Although Marina had known that Olivia would never let her go that easily, she hadn't expected Olivia to take it this far.

Olivia gave Marina freedom yet caged her in the house at the same time.

It was late at night by the time Olivia arrived at the Heath residence.

She was tired from performing such a surgery—which needed a few hands—all alone.

Not only did it take a toll on her body, but also on her mentality.

In fact, attaching a prosthetic leg wasn't her forte, so it was more tiring than usual surgeries.

a deep sleep as

people taking care of Molly, there

night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking as haggard as a

was confined in her room,

cast to oblivion, no one cared about

ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were simple,

was bearable, but it couldn't be compared to her previous

served. The food

was solemn. In the past, her family would've been worried about her for staying up at

would share her articles about young girls dying early due to lack

on and on, advising her not to burn the midnight oil,

they perceived her as an enemy.

for her happiness but

before, throwing a tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to help

crouched and dug

baby had to live; only then would her sentence be alleviated. She'd rather die than go to prison. Halfway

the plate onto the floor. The