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.

"It's a shame there's a scar here. Otherwise, we could remove it whole." Remove

what I think it meant? He

was that even possible? This was a society governed

serious expressions made it obvious

got his tools ready and moved closer to me, I screamed with everything

came to, I

the Bolton

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

still commanding voice snapped me back

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

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years ago, his health and mind had deteriorated

from wandering around and getting lost, he'd been staying

saw him, his mind was like that

so it seemed like he had

in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help me! I'm begging you,

large room was filled only

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

led to Jeffrey's deep

there was no way his grandpa would let him off

knelt, not daring to argue

go by family

whip. Jeffrey was serious about

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

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

off your shirt," James

but to comply. His back still bore the faint scars

showed no mercy, delivering a harsh lash that immediately tore

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

insisted on marrying

Sheila, naturally

adoptive mother. Both of you are nothing but

shielded Anna, taking

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