Billionaire Is 14

Chapter 14 He Wanted to Skin Me

I stood by the bedside, staring at the corpse in front of me. There was no sign of decay, no livor mortis.

The face was just too pale, like a sick person.

If the chest wasn't so still, I would've thought he was just taking a nap.

I'd been holding on to a sliver of hope, thinking that maybe I was just badly injured or stuck in a coma-anything that meant I still had a breath left in me.

If Luke found me in time, maybe he could still save me.'

But the moment I laid eyes on my own corpse, all hope disappeared.

I was really, truly dead.

I sat beside my own corpse, gazing down at my palms. What was I supposed to do now? Was I really going to be stuck like this forever?

No taste, no smell, and not even a single tear when I tried to cry. So this was what it was like after death?

No one could hear me. I could see everyone, but no one could see me. I covered my face, crying without tears.

Then, I heard footsteps-quick, hurried steps, and more than one person.

The person who walked in had those familiar eyes, but his face was hidden behind another mask, so I still couldn't see his real face. Following him was a tall, dark-skinned guy dressed in robes.

"That's her," the man said, pointing at my body.

The guy in robes quickly pulled off the white sheet draped over me, exposing my body underneath. I could clearly see the wound on my abdomen.

My pale skin was slick with a layer of some transparent grease, likely some kind of substance that kept the corpse from showing signs of decay. Seeing the man in robes...

A bad feeling crept up inside me.

The dark-skinned man inspected me from head to toe, occasionally pressing on my body, almost as if he was testing the elasticity of my skin.

more like he was

abdomen and said with a regional accent, "It's a shame there's a scar here.

what I think it meant?

was that even possible? This was

expressions made it obvious they weren't

ready and moved closer to me, I screamed with everything I had,

I came to, I was back in

the

slumped on the ground, feeling completely drained, and my mind kept flashing back

down!" The old, but still commanding voice snapped

Jeffrey Bolton. I hadn't seen him in a

wife died a few years ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd be

keep him from wandering around and getting lost, he'd been staying in a

I saw him, his mind was

he looked serious and composed, so it seemed

in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help me! I'm begging you, don't let them

room was filled only with

Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I

Adam insisted on being with Sheila despite Jeffrey's disapproval. This led to Jeffrey's deep disappointment in him. Since then, all of his hopes were

was no way his

daring to argue

by

a whip. Jeffrey was

not act recklessly. You

been whipped by Jeffrey enough to know how harsh the whip could be. No matter what, Luke was Adam's son, so he quickly jumped in to plead, "Dad, Luke was just worried about his sister. His actions weren't right, but you can

clear. Rewards and punishments are separate. Like father,

off your shirt," James

to comply. His back still bore the faint scars from that night with Anna, but they had faded enough

no mercy, delivering a harsh lash

"Grandpa, it's all my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish me. I shouldn't have called

insisted on marrying Sheila, which shattered their father-son

Sheila, naturally had no fondness

like your adoptive mother. Both of you are nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said,

Anna,

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