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.

the wound on my abdomen and said with a regional accent, "It's a shame there's a scar here. Otherwise, we could remove it whole."

that what I think it

was that even possible? This was a society governed by the

made it obvious

guy got his tools ready and moved closer to me, I

everything went black. When I came to, I was back in a place

the

ground, feeling completely drained, and my mind kept flashing back to that guy in

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

Grandpa, Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't seen him

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

he'd been staying in a nursing home

his mind

he looked serious and composed, so it

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

room was filled only with

Boltons and the Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives

Jeffrey's deep disappointment in him. Since then, all

there was no way his grandpa would let him off

daring to argue

by family

a whip. Jeffrey was

of the Bolton family must not act recklessly. You must be strict with yourself and stick

so he quickly

are clear. Rewards and punishments are separate.

off your shirt," James

choice but to comply. His back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna,

no mercy, delivering a harsh lash that

If you're

Adam insisted on marrying

who disliked Sheila, naturally had no fondness for

mother. Both of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising his hand to

quickly shielded Anna, taking

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