Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 1

I died on my wedding night.

During our ceremony, my husband left me at the altar, making me the subject of ridicule for everyone in the city.

When a

a dangerous man attacked me, I called my husband for help, but he told me to just die already so that my sister wouldn't be bothered by me any longer. Before I passed away, I saw the city illuminated by fireworks.

These fireworks were supposed to celebrate our marriage but were instead his way of wooing another woman.

I thought that by dying, I would remove the last obstacle, allowing him to openly pursue my sister.

However, when he discovered that my bones had been fashioned into prayer beads he touched day and night, he lost his sanity.

As my consciousness dimmed, I made one final call.

On 1 the othe other end, a end, a chaotic noise preceded a man's cold voice. "Chloe, are you done making trouble? I've already given you a grand wedding. I'm just spending time with Anna. What more do you want?" Blood poured from me quickly as the attacker loomed over, observing my struggling and pitiful state.

He was aware that I was about to die and could no longer pose any threat.

But I

clung to

to the faintest glimmer of hope, unwilling to surrender just yet.

My white wedding dress, now drenched in the river, was muddied at the hem. Summoning my last bit of strength, I cried out, "Luke, save me!" Luke Bolton cut me off with annoyance, "Enough. Aren't you tired of this charade? I'm fed up with it."

"I'm not lying. Someone is trying to kill to kill me...

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scoffed, "Chloe, you were pretending to be sick before. What's this performance now?

"Are you so desperate for attention? Anna is your own sister, and you're Mrs. Bolton now. Will you only be satisfied if she's dead?"

The biting

With

cold was nothing compared to his scornful words. As the blood pooled beneath me, staining my wedding gown, I knew my end was near. my final breath, I lay on my back, surrendering to my fate, my voice a faint whisper. "But Anna is safe and alive, while I ... am dying."

"Just die already. That way, Ann Anna wouldn't be bothered by you anymore."

Before the call ended, a sweet voice chimed in, "Luke, the fireworks are about to begin."

Luke's voice faded a

ded away,

sent droplets inving only the howling wind in my ears. The blood-smeared phone slipped from my fingers and fell heavily into the

Amidst the

Amid the swirling snow,

into burning tears streaming

tiny

to appear in the dark sky, resembling a river of stars created by twinkling drones. The deafening bursts of fireworks filled

which he had spent six months preparing to celebrate our wedding, had ultimately been a show to impress another woman. Someone sent

detached, curled into a

of their r joy, my eyes

say that after death,

hoped I would never cross paths with

But f

brilliant, star-filled sky, watching a couple locked in an embrace. It was my husband, Luke, and

Anna, you

to reach out to them, but my hands went straight

Looking

saw my almost transparent form. No one around seemed

was dead and my spirit had somehow ended

so passionately, I felt the

promised me that his feelings for Anna were purely sibling-like and that he loved only me. Another firework streaked across the sky, and Luke suddenly jolted

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even more captivating. She bit her lip and said, "Luke, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just... couldn't control myself." Luke gently stroked

as he pulled out his phone and

Achi

twenty years

Even thinking of me

Beep, beep,

only after his romantic encounter with Anna, as if

beep...

rings, my voice

on standby for Luke, ready to

But I

could a corpse

I was dea

deeply. "Anna, I'm going to check

now he

my location by the river. If he came now, he might still

what the scheming murderer might do to

wrist, and Anna looked at him with pleading eyes. "Luke, please stay with

Luke hesitated. "But Chloe

be sick in the hospital? You dropped your billion-dollar deal to come back, only to find she was fine. Or when she said someone was stalking her, but nothing ever happened? "That's Chloe for you. She's always been spoiled, playing these tricks. She's the Sanders' heiress.

be as understanding as

Anna

I

a bitter pang of

to be sensible. Chloe, you can be as carefree as you like." Luke didn't come to find me again. Instead,

trying

a determined i insect, laughed as