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.

paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Listen. What

felt myself becoming more twisted. My first reaction to Greg's scream wasn't pity or sympathy. In

it was

in your shoes, stand in your place, and

death. Did they ever think about whether I

get a taste of the terror of death

ran ahead, lifting her wedding

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

almost guess Dominic's

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

face. "What's wrong? Aren't you

more upset I get, the happier he

to hide. After

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

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

lightly

stained with blood still

Carlyn, if the Sanders really harmed you, I've already paid with my life. My sister has a weak heart. I only ask that you show mercy and not

what I

to bring us here. You want us to kill our own family with our

easy for Dominic to kill them, but he didn't, clearly wanting to torture the Sanders members

I want you to

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

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

her, she's still tainted by the dirty blood of the Sanders. Only through the baptism of the Sanders' blood can she

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

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

Sanders killing each other. Let