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. What

Greg's scream wasn't pity or sympathy. In fact, I found

it was

saw a saying: No one can truly empathize with you unless they walk in your shoes, stand in your place, and think as

yet they've ignored my death. Did they ever think about whether I felt pain?

get a taste of the terror

ahead, lifting her wedding

Why was she running so fast?

could almost guess

won't die, but that doesn't mean he won't torment us,

gaze landed on my face. "What's wrong?

more I worry, the more upset I get, the happier

had nothing to hide. After all, I really

family? Honestly, while don't wish for them to they did, I would just go light some

completely captivated by you, saying you're a fairy. But in my eyes,

sighed lightly "Can someone

stained with blood

life. My sister has a weak heart. I only ask that you show mercy and not be so cruel to

what I

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

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

to kill your

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

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

dirty blood of the Sanders. Only through the baptism of the Sanders' blood can she cleanse the sins

looked at Dominic's refined yet obsessive face,

the humiliation and bear the burden. As long as I could save Whitney, I would

killing each other. Let Whitney go, and I'll take her place