Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 23

Chapter 23 Thunder, Broken Candle, an Omen of Death

Chapter 23 Thunder, Broken Candle, an Omen of Death

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Beneath the dark, looming clouds, a sudden streak of lightning was followed by a thunderclap so loud it felt like i I was right. on top of me.

I crouched down where I stood, clutching my ears in fright, nearly convinced I was about to lose my senses from the fear.

When I dared to look up again, I noticed the candle from the altar had toppled over in front of Luke.

The candle was snapped in half, and the wax spread across the floor like a dark omen.

This unsettling scene caused my grandmother, who had been watching with her usual stern concern, to nearly collapse. Thankfully, Mrs. Lambert was quick to support her. "Old Madam."

Luke, typically dismissive of superstitions, could not help but feel unnerved by the candle that had seemingly targeted him. Grandma's face paled, her voice shaky, "Thunder, broken candle, an omen of death... What have you done that is so terrible?" "Grandma, I swear, it's just a coincidence," Luke tried to reassure her, but his voice lacked conviction.

Understanding the old lady's deep-seated beliefs, Mrs. Lambert immediately summoned a servant to clean up the place.

"Old Madam, it's just a coincidence. Please, don't worry yourself. You should rest."

"Mrs. Lambert, I've been uneasy. Chloe haunts my dreams every night, and it's been over ten days since she last called," Grandma confessed, her anxiety palpable. Luke's expression darkened significantly. He was well aware of my deep attachment to Grandma, frequently visiting her or at least calling every few days.

While I might disregard him, I would never neglect Grandma.

"Grandma, are you sure Chloe hasn't called?" Luke pressed, desperate for some reassurance.

"Do I look like I would lie about this?" Grandmother snapped back, her frustration clear.

At that moment, I watched as realization dawned on Luke. His face turned white and he seemed to be getting weak in the knees.

Perhaps he was beginning to understand that the disturbing details surrounding the bloody wedding dress at the police station were more than mere coincidences.

Suddenly, a servant's voice broke the tense atmosphere, "Old Madam; your package has arrived. It's from Ms. Chloe."

to receive the package. The sender's details confirmed it was indeed from me, complete with my name and

tension eased upon seeing the package, and he hastily opened

was a wooden box containing an amulet and a greeting card I

my wedding, was meant to ensure her

arranged for its delivery today, after the wedding, through a

perfect as it coincided with

in Grandma's eyes as she read the

buy. It requires one to make their way to its summit, where a priest blesses it. Ms. Chloe has

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Broken Candle, an Omen of

must be on her way. Have someone wait for her

""Of course."

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Lambert about the amulet's significance, "To obtain this amulet, one must

a journey of 39,999 steps to the top, a challenge that can take a whole

earthquake when I cheerfully sent him off to the

significance, he had

it, and I brushed it off as a

many had perished, but he only sustained minor injuries, later realizing the amulet's potential

behind such an amulet, he watched as Grandma tucked hers

This is from Chloe,"

worry. I once had a similar amulet. Here, I've also brought you a Bible and a

her the book, and seeing it was the Bible, Grandma took it with reverence. Her gaze shifted

so different

by a revered priest using unique materials and has received special

traced her fingers over the book gently. I tried in vain to stop her. "Grandma,

me, being dead did not matter anymore. My concern was the profound

such a revelation would

knowing how deeply Grandma loved me, used this cruel tactic to

to hell with

I wish for is another shot at life to honor my filial

powerless to intervene, merely observing as Grandma tenderly traced

of it, her touch as gentle as when she caressed

Softly, I whispered, "Grandma..."