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.

pointed 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

I think it

This was a society governed by the

made it obvious

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

When I came to,

was the Bolton

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

The old, but still commanding voice snapped me back

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

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his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd

lost, he'd been staying in a

I saw him, his mind was like that

he looked serious and composed, so it

him in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help

room was filled only with his strong, booming

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

Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment in him. Since

was no way his grandpa

knelt, not daring to argue a

by

a whip. Jeffrey was serious about

Bolton family must not act recklessly. You must be strict with yourself

was a child, he'd been whipped by Jeffrey enough to know how harsh the whip could be. No matter what, Luke was Adam's son, so he quickly

rules are clear. Rewards and punishments are separate. Like father, like son. Get out of

your shirt," James commanded

back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna,

harsh

it's all my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish me. I shouldn't have called

year, after Adam's wife passed away, Adam insisted on

who disliked Sheila, naturally had no fondness

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

quickly shielded Anna, taking the

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