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

think it

that even possible? This was a

made it obvious they

closer to me,

went black. When I came to,

the

and my mind kept flashing back to that guy

old, but still commanding voice snapped me back to

Grandpa, Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't seen him in a

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ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd be

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

saw him, his mind was

he looked serious and composed, so it seemed like he

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

filled only with his

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

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

way his grandpa would let

not daring to argue

by

meant a whip. Jeffrey was serious

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

was Adam's son, so he quickly jumped in to plead,

clear. Rewards and punishments are separate. Like

shirt,"

but to comply. His back still bore the faint scars from

delivering a harsh lash that

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

Adam's wife passed away, Adam insisted on marrying Sheila,

disliked Sheila, naturally had no

your adoptive mother. Both of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising

Anna, taking

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