Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 14

Billionaire Is 14

Chapter 14 He Wanted to Skin Me

I stood by the bedside, staring at the corpse in front of me. There was no sign of decay, no livor mortis.

The face was just too pale, like a sick person.

If the chest wasn't so still, I would've thought he was just taking a nap.

I'd been holding on to a sliver of hope, thinking that maybe I was just badly injured or stuck in a coma-anything that meant I still had a breath left in me.

If Luke found me in time, maybe he could still save me.'

But the moment I laid eyes on my own corpse, all hope disappeared.

I was really, truly dead.

I sat beside my own corpse, gazing down at my palms. What was I supposed to do now? Was I really going to be stuck like this forever?

No taste, no smell, and not even a single tear when I tried to cry. So this was what it was like after death?

No one could hear me. I could see everyone, but no one could see me. I covered my face, crying without tears.

Then, I heard footsteps-quick, hurried steps, and more than one person.

The person who walked in had those familiar eyes, but his face was hidden behind another mask, so I still couldn't see his real face. Following him was a tall, dark-skinned guy dressed in robes.

"That's her," the man said, pointing at my body.

The guy in robes quickly pulled off the white sheet draped over me, exposing my body underneath. I could clearly see the wound on my abdomen.

My pale skin was slick with a layer of some transparent grease, likely some kind of substance that kept the corpse from showing signs of decay. Seeing the man in robes...

A bad feeling crept up inside me.

The dark-skinned man inspected me from head to toe, occasionally pressing on my body, almost as if he was testing the elasticity of my skin.

His gaze felt more like he was inspecting merchandise than a person.

abdomen and said with a regional accent, "It's a shame there's a scar

it

possible? This was a society

serious expressions made it obvious

tools ready and moved closer to me,

everything went black. When I came to, I was

was the Bolton

and my mind kept flashing

down!" The old, but still commanding voice

Grandpa, Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't

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died a few years ago, his health and mind had

around and getting lost, he'd been staying

him, his mind was

so it seemed like

up to him in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help me! I'm begging

large room was filled only

between the Boltons and the Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How

Adam insisted on being with Sheila despite Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep

there was no way his grandpa would let him

to argue a word with

go by

rules meant a whip. Jeffrey was serious about

not act recklessly. You must be strict with yourself and

Jeffrey enough to know how harsh the whip could be. No matter what, Luke was Adam's son, so he quickly jumped in to plead, "Dad, Luke was just

rules are clear. Rewards and punishments are

off your shirt," James

the faint scars from that night with Anna, but they had

no mercy, delivering a harsh lash that immediately

you're going to punish someone, punish me. I shouldn't have

passed away, Adam insisted on marrying Sheila, which shattered

disliked Sheila, naturally had no fondness for

mother. Both of you are nothing but

Anna, taking the hit

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