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

care of Molly, there shouldn't be

that snowy night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed,

Krystal was confined in her room, and the Heaths

though cast to oblivion, no one

ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were simple, like noodles

couldn't be compared to her

was served. The food

solemn. In the

share her articles about young girls dying

on and on, advising her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking if something was

longer family to them; they perceived her as an enemy. If she wasn't pregnant,

reason for her happiness but

tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to help her

and dug in

be alleviated. She'd rather die than go to prison. Halfway through her meal, her tears trickled down her

cold food. Furious, Krystal threw the plate onto the floor. The sight of the scattering rice pulled her senses back. She could