Olivia Corgi Death Romane & Geschichten

Olivia had been given so many chances to discover the truth, but she had never cared enough to spare us a second glance. And now she was saying our deaths had come out of nowhere. Tucker let out a sigh and gently patted her head. "I was surprised too, but what's done is done. Don't be too upset." Olivia's entire body trembled, finally accepting reality. I was dead, and Ava was too. She had lost the two people who loved her most in this world. Suddenly, Olivia covered her face and broke down crying. As she sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath, she said, "How did this happen? I didn't know. I really didn't know...

Owen calling didn’t feel weird, but when he didn’t speak for a few minutes, that felt creepy. “Olivia is at the hospital. She was in an accident. Hit and run. A truck driver hit her car and ran away.” He hesitated for a second. “The car was wrecked when the medic reached there, and Olivia was gone. According to the doctors, Olivia died on the spot. The police identified the truck driver but said Olivia was driving carelessly. Also, because of the rain, the highway was slippery. He couldn’t see the car coming. They found liquor in her blood, police confirm that drunk driving causes the accident. The driver was free to go as the police looked at the CCTV footage of the accident. They think the

Olivia burst into tears and cried, while Joel patted her back lightly. "The doctor said she had another attack last night and he did all his best to revive her but she couldn't make it" Joel said. Olivia cried on his chest for a while, before pulling away from him and looking up to him with teary eyes. "What happens now? Is she still at the hospital?" She asked with shaky voice. "I've ordered my guards to make an arrangement for her corpse to be moved to the morgue and also, her family would be informed too. Her funeral might be done later today" Joel spilled out every detail, not leaving out anything.

He had killed their child. Sobbing uncontrollably, Olivia struggled to catch her breath. Her asthma flared up as she gasped for air, fighting against the pain she had endured. But the memories were relentless, refusing to retreat. The ward grew chaotic as doctors and nurses hurried to gather the necessary supplies for Olivia's treatment. But she felt a profound sense of despair. She no longer wanted to live. Death seemed like the only option. Her baby was gone, and she wanted to join him in the afterworld.

Ethan's POV The funeral was held under a slate-gray sky. The Thorne Ridge Pack, and Stone Haven Pack had gathered in quiet solidarity, their presence a testament to the strength of Olivia’s leadership and the love they held for her mother. Despite the crowd, the space around Olivia felt like a protective barrier. She stood at the front, her shoulders squared but trembling faintly, and I stayed close, right by her side, ready to catch her if she faltered. Her pain was palpable, I wasn’t the empath, but it radiated off her in waves that my wolf couldn’t ignore. He paced restlessly in my chest, both of us torn between the instinct to protect and the helplessness of knowing there was no fixing t

Olivia suddenly stood to her feet, she wiped her face with both hands. “His Will should be read after his burial. And before his burial, I want an autopsy carried out, I'm finding it hard to believe that he died just like that.” Fred had a slight frown on his face, he equally stood up trying to get Olivia's words under control. “No dear, that would bring a lot of drama. The doctors confirmed that my father had died of a heart attack, and I think it's fair if we also hold the burial in the next two days..” Fred suggested, his wife and daughter nodded in approval, they all turned to look at Olivia awaiting her response.

"Maybe four days? I don't remember. Sometimes I fall asleep, just not very well." "Are you still thinking about John?" Olivia paused and shook her head. "He's dead. What's there to think about?" "Liv, sometimes I find you heartless." "Why?" Ken hung up the drip bottle and chuckled bitterly. "Have you never found his death strange?" Hearing this, Olivia looked out the window. She was silent for a long time before scoffing and saying, "We have no answer or proof whether he had killed anyone or how he had died. And I don't have the energy to look into it."

Olivia entered the hall and threw her arms around me. Meanwhile, Norman and Sarah stared at us, dumbfounded. Then, they cried out, "This is impossible. She clearly died. What the hell are you doing, Dezarae?" I held onto Olivia as I glared at them frigidly. In an icy voice, I replied, "No one would be here to bear witness to your heinous crimes if Liv died." Norman protested loudly, "That's nonsense!"

He hesitated a moment, but before I had to press him, he told me, explaining things briefly, his voice soft so as not to wake Alice. “Olivia fell off the roof,” he said. “We haven’t been able to recover her body, but there is a large enough blood splatter for me to believe she died. Not sure how she could survive a fall like that anyway. Tony, meanwhile…” he shook his head. “He’s trapped in his feral state. The council is split on what to do with him.”