Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 14

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 inspecting

a regional accent, "It's a shame there's a scar here. Otherwise, we could remove it whole." Remove it

what I think it meant? He

that even possible? This was

serious expressions made it

to me,

black. When I came to, I was back

the

the ground, feeling completely drained, and my mind kept flashing back to that guy in

old, but still commanding

Bolton. I hadn't seen him in a

few years ago, his health and mind had deteriorated significantly. He'd

getting lost, he'd been staying in a nursing home for the

his mind was like that

and composed, so it seemed like he

rushed up to him in desperation, shouting, "Grandpa, please help me! I'm

the large room was filled only with his strong,

and the Sanders, you left Chloe at the ceremony. Whether her sister lives or dies is not my concern. How can I trust you with the Boltons after such

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 grandpa would

not daring to

by family

whip.

must not act recklessly. You must be strict with yourself and stick to the rules. Did you just ignore

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

clear. Rewards and punishments are separate. Like father,

your shirt," James commanded

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

showed no mercy, delivering a harsh lash that immediately tore

forward, crying out, "Grandpa, it's all my fault. If you're going to punish someone, punish me.

Adam's wife passed away, Adam insisted

Sheila, naturally had no fondness for

nothing but seductresses," Jeffrey said, raising his hand to

quickly shielded Anna, taking the hit

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