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

what I think it meant? He wanted to

even possible? This was a

made it obvious they weren't

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

to, I was

was the

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

The old, but still commanding voice snapped

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

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ago, his health and mind

around and getting lost, he'd been staying

I saw him, his

looked serious and composed, so it seemed like he had regained his

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

room was filled only with his strong,

her sister lives or

insisted on being with Sheila despite Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment in him. Since then, all of his hopes were pinned on

there was no way his grandpa would let him off

knelt, not daring to argue a word with

by family

a whip. Jeffrey was serious about

recklessly. You must be strict with yourself and stick to the

Jeffrey enough to know how harsh the whip could be. No matter what, Luke was Adam's son, so he quickly jumped in to plead, "Dad, Luke was

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

off your shirt,"

scars from that night with Anna,

showed no mercy, delivering a harsh lash

you're going to punish someone, punish me. I shouldn't have

wife passed away, Adam insisted

naturally had no

of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising his hand

Anna, taking the hit

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