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.

at 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." Remove

think it meant? He wanted

possible? This was a society governed by the

serious expressions made it obvious they weren't

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

When I came to, I was back in a place I

was the Bolton

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

old, but still commanding voice snapped me

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

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his wife died a few years ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd

and getting lost, he'd been staying in a nursing home

his mind was like that of a

and composed, so it seemed like he had

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

room was filled only with his

Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her

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

there was no way his grandpa would let him

knelt, not daring to argue a

go by family

a whip. Jeffrey was

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

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 understand why

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

off your shirt," James commanded

still bore the faint scars from that night with

delivering a harsh lash

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

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

naturally

Both of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising

Anna, taking

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