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.

pointed at the wound on my abdomen and said with a regional accent, "It's a shame there's

that what I think it meant? He wanted to

was that even possible? This was a society governed

expressions made it obvious they weren't

guy got his tools ready and moved closer to

came to, I was back in

the Bolton

and my mind kept flashing back to

down!" The old, but still commanding voice snapped me back

Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't seen him in a long

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a few years ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd be clear-headed one

keep him from wandering around and getting lost, he'd been staying in a nursing home for the past

time I saw him, his mind was like that of a

composed, so it seemed like he had

him in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help me! I'm begging you, don't let them skin

was filled only with his strong,

Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I trust

with Sheila despite Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment in him. Since then, all of his hopes were pinned on

was no way his grandpa would

to argue

go by

a whip. Jeffrey was

not act recklessly. You must be

whipped by 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 worried about his sister. His actions weren't right, but you can

and punishments are separate. Like father, like son. Get out

your shirt," James

His back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna, but they had

mercy, delivering a harsh lash that immediately tore

fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish

year, after Adam's wife passed away, Adam insisted on

who disliked Sheila, naturally had no fondness

just like your adoptive mother. Both of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey

Anna, taking

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