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,

I think it meant?

even possible? This was a society governed by the

expressions made

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

went black. When I came to, I

was the

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

old, but still commanding voice snapped me

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

+5 Free Coins

ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly.

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

I saw him, his mind

now he looked serious and composed, so it seemed like

"Grandpa, please help me! I'm

filled

Boltons and the Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I trust you with the Boltons

led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment

was no way his grandpa would

knelt, not daring to argue a word with

go by

whip. Jeffrey was serious

family must not act recklessly. You

how harsh the whip could be. No matter what, Luke was Adam's son, so he quickly

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

your shirt," James commanded

had no choice but to comply. His back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna, but they had faded enough not to

harsh lash

my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish

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

who disliked Sheila, naturally had no fondness for

are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising his

quickly shielded Anna, taking the hit

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