Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 12

Even though his face looked different from that night, I'd recognize those eyes even if they were reduced to ashes.

He was a master of disguise. On that night, his figure had clearly been that of a tall man-6'1"-but now he was hunched over, with weathered skin that made him look like an elderly man. Seeing the person who killed me here at the art show sent waves of fear through me, reminding me of the pain I felt before I died. He was ruthless. He had appeared silently behind me that night, stabbing me in the back without a second's hesitation or remorse, as if he'd rehearsed it a thousand times. I had always bee been kind to others, so there was no way I had enemies who would want me dead.

He was so skilled at hiding his identity. Could he be a professional killer?

But if he'd already killed me, why was he here now? Did he have another target?

My first instinct was to run, but then I realized I was already dead. What was there to be afraid of?

Luke casually patted his shoulder without giving him a second glance, simply saying, "It's fine."

But the man's eyes stayed fixed on me, the same way they had right before my death.

Cold, merciless, and completely emotionless.

Event

though I'd I'd already died once, I was still terrified of him, frozen in place as if I'd been paralyzed.

Could he see me?

Just as

I had that thought, I heard Luke call out in a low voice, "Uncle Carter."

I snapped out of it and realized the man's gaze was actually focused past me, on Carter, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

My tensed nerves finally began to relax.

Carter's attention had shifted to Luke, and the man walked toward Carter without any other movement.

Still, the memory of his brutal methods sent a wave of unease through me. Was this deranged killer planning to take more lives? On instinct, I stretched out my arms, trying to shield Carter.

But the man passed by without doing anything.

Damian pushed Carter's wheelchair forward, stopping in front of Luke. Carter's gaze, cold and venomous, made Luke visibly uneasy.

"As far as I know, Chloe's been missing ever since the wedding, and yet here you are, leisurely strolling through an art gallery?"

hadn't expected that the person asking about my whereabouts wouldn't be my family or my husband,

a child. She can go wherever she wants," Luke replied dismissively. "She's always been headstrong. Once she's done throwing her little tantrum, she'll come back." Luke Luke's Whe's indifference stood

if something really has happened to

to to her, surprised. "What did you

he could respond, Anna interrupted, "Uncle Carter, someone like Chloe could never be in any real danger. She left for Cloudville ages ago." "Luke, I only found

flight for the day after the wedding

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once how much I loved Cloudville, with its roads lined with flowers, its lush green mountains, and its snow-capped peaks. I'd

the Boltons, so I had decided to exact my revenge and then leave. Anna

to anger. "No wonder we couldn't find any trace of her!

be mad, Luke. Chloe's never cared about other people's feelings. Coming and going as she pleases-that's just how she is. We're all used to

Luke had bothered to investigate, he would've found out that although I booked the ticket, I never actually got on

how laughable he didn't even care enough to check. He just believed

As I

gave a bitter

I noticed the same hint of sarcasm at the corner of

to have seen

Carter

"Let's

it."

would Carter say something

in Carter's words, was about to say something when Damian

the auction

the crowd,

Finally, He was

I found him.

light, lurking in the dark corners, watching Luke with

remember where I'd seen those eyes

he come here

I was dead, where

there was

I

it be that he wasn't a hitman hired by

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