Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

All the unanswered questions finally made sense. Only he could have planned for years, luring his own son into seeking revenge.

Only he could have so easily destroyed his son's wedding, turning Taylor's people against him.

And only he could have stayed by Amber's side for years, knowing about my reincarnation, using Wisteria as bait to lure me away, and deliberately diverting Carter.

When Taylor mentioned "that person" on the phone, he was referring to Dominic.

So, it wasn't a coincidence that I saw him in the basement last night. He must have done something to the Sanders. When I went there, those people weren't just asleep; they may have been drugged. They didn't show up this morning either. Hearing his words, I felt a little relieved. At least for Amber's sake, he wouldn't harm Carter.

If Carter was safe, that was enough.

I stared coldly into his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

"Naturally, I'm inviting you to watch a show. Come with me."

Whitney and I supported each other as we walked. Neither of us was wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the ground.

Whitney looked pitiful, still dragging the heavy, complicated wedding dress. The wedding dress, now wet, was even heavier.

I felt a pang of heartache and gently lifted the hem of her dress for her.

Compared to Whitney's anxiety and worry, I felt unnervingly calm.

Having analyzed the entire situation, I knew very well that neither Whitney nor I was going to die. That was enough for me.

As for the three members of the Sanders, sorry, that's their fate.

Zoey's words were indeed right. Once I stopped internalizing my struggles and stopped exhausting myself with them, everything in life became clear.

Dominic walked leisurely ahead, and in the depths of the dungeon, I heard a scream.

"Ah!"

It was Greg's voice.

his eyes slightly. "Listen.

first reaction to Greg's scream wasn't pity or

was

they walk in your shoes, stand in your place, and think as you

yet they've ignored my death. Did they

you'll get a taste of the terror of death

ran ahead, lifting

back, my expression cold. Why was she running so fast? Ahead was

could almost

doesn't mean he won't

landed on my face. "What's wrong? Aren't you

worry, the more upset

had nothing to hide. After

you multiple times, would you still consider them family? Honestly, while don't wish

by you, saying you're a

sighed lightly "Can

with blood

my life. My sister has a weak heart. I only ask that you

know what I

you paid such a high price to bring us here. You want us to kill our own

be easy for Dominic to kill them, but he didn't, clearly wanting to torture

you to kill your

"Mr. Carlyn, Whitney is different from me. Her memories of the Sanders are from the year when they loved her most. do this, she

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finally given Whitney a bit of hope for this world. If she had to backstab her parents, she

still tainted by the dirty blood of the Sanders. Only through the baptism of

obsessive face, holding

humiliation and bear the burden.

just the Sanders killing each other. Let Whitney go, and I'll take her