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.

slightly. "Listen. What a

twisted. My first reaction to Greg's scream wasn't pity

it was

in your place, and think

about Wisteria's instigation, yet they've ignored my death. Did they ever think about whether I felt pain? Whether

taste of the terror

ahead, lifting her

expression cold. Why was she running so fast? Ahead was

almost

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

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

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

After all, I really couldn't

indifferent to your death, even speaking harshly to you multiple times, would you still consider them family? Honestly, while don't wish for them to they did,

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

lightly "Can someone

with blood

I've already paid with my life. My sister has a weak heart. I only ask that you show mercy and not be so cruel

what

bring us here. You want us to kill our own family with our own hands, right?" That's the ultimate

them, but he

really smart. Yes, I want you to kill your

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

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world. If she had to backstab her

still tainted by the dirty blood of the Sanders. Only through the baptism of the Sanders' blood can she cleanse the

Dominic's refined yet obsessive face, holding back the urge

and bear the burden.

you want to see is just the Sanders killing each other. Let Whitney go, and