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 it

what I think it

This was a society

expressions made

ready and moved closer to me, I screamed with everything I

went black. When I came to, I was back

was the Bolton

my

old, but still commanding

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

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and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd be clear-headed one moment and confused the

wandering around and getting lost, he'd been staying

his mind

composed, so

please help me!

large room was filled only with his

left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I trust

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

there was no way

knelt, not daring to argue

go by

rules meant a whip. Jeffrey was serious

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

how harsh the 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

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

your shirt," James commanded

the faint scars from

mercy, delivering a harsh lash that immediately

forward, crying out, "Grandpa, it's all my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish me. I shouldn't

insisted on marrying Sheila, which shattered

who disliked Sheila, naturally

are nothing

quickly shielded Anna, taking

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