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.

wound on my abdomen and said with a regional accent, "It's a shame there's a scar here.

it meant? He wanted to skin

This was a society governed by

serious expressions made it obvious they

closer to me, I screamed with everything I

everything went black. When I came to, I was back

was the

drained, and my mind kept

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

Luke's Grandpa, Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't seen

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

been staying in a nursing home for the past

last time I saw him, his mind was

composed, so it seemed

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

the large room was filled

grand wedding between the Boltons and the Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I trust you with the Boltons after such

Sheila despite Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment

actions, there was no way his grandpa would let him off

not daring to

by family

whip. Jeffrey was

you since you were young. The head of the Bolton family must not act recklessly. You must be strict with yourself and stick to the rules. Did

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 understand why

"Family rules are clear. Rewards and punishments are separate. Like

off your shirt,"

had no choice but to comply. His back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna, but they had faded enough not to

mercy, delivering a harsh

crying out, "Grandpa, it's all my fault. If you're going

away, Adam insisted on marrying Sheila, which shattered their father-son

who disliked Sheila, naturally had no

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

quickly shielded Anna, taking the hit

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