He Found Me Too Late—On His Wrist Novel by Natalia Love _ Novel





He Found Me Too Late—On His Wrist Chapter 01

Bianca's POV
Three years ago, I was murdered and framed by my fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Yolanda Murray, and his childhood friend, Calvin Preston. They turned my leg bones into a bracelet and gifted it to my fiancé, Nathaniel Jimenez, who had only just awakened after a car accident left him in a coma.
Nathaniel hated me to the core. Wearing that bracelet—his symbol of rebirth—he used every connection at his disposal to hunt me down. He even had my sick, mentally unstable mother locked away, all to force me out of hiding.
Three years later, at his engagement party with Yolanda, a well-known appraiser pointed out that the bracelet he'd been clutching wasn't made of camel bone—it was made of human bone.
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By the third year after my death, Nathaniel still hadn't let me go.
Today marked the third anniversary of his mother, Lauren Jimenez's, death. He came to my house again, scanning the empty rooms before roaring at my mom, "Where's Bianca? Did she come back?"
Mom shrank back, hiding her hands behind her. She shook her head in fear and confusion. "I don't know. Please, just let me go."
"Let you go?"
Nathaniel yanked her arm. Half a piece of cold, hard bread fell from her thin hand. He stepped on it without hesitation. "If you hadn't persuaded Bianca, she wouldn't have run away! Stop pretending you're pitiful!"
"Anka didn't run away!"
Tears slid down Mom's face. "She can't come home. She'll never come back."
"It's been three years, and she hasn't even shown her face once." His tone dripped with sarcasm. "How heartless!"
My room looked the same as it had three years ago. My photo still sat on the desk. Nathaniel grabbed it and slammed it to the floor. Mom rushed forward to stop him, screaming, "That's Anka's last photo. Give it back! Give it back!"
It didn't make any difference. He tore the photo into pieces without mercy. Mom sobbed until her voice gave out, clutching the fragments to her chest.
Still not satisfied, his bloodshot eyes shifted to my desk. He looked ready to smash that too. Mom suddenly shoved him aside like she'd lost her mind. Her whole body trembled. "Don't touch her things!
"You're with the people who killed her! You're all in this together! You killed my daughter!"
Nathaniel staggered back a few steps. His gaze fell on Mom's bleeding hands. He froze, unable to react for a long moment.
Just then, his phone rang. Yolanda's voice came through, soft and sweet. "Thane, where are you? Come help me pick a wedding dress, okay? Vinny's here too. We haven't hung out together in ages."
His voice softened. "Okay. I'll be right there."
Before leaving, he coldly tossed out a final threat, "She'd better be dead. Otherwise, I'll make her wish she were."
Mom stared blankly at his back and murmured, "Anka is dead."
Yes. I was dead.
Three years ago, while Nathaniel was still unconscious after the accident, Calvin and Yolanda killed me and dismembered me.
Calvin suggested taking the bones from my legs to make a bracelet for Nathaniel.
He said he wanted me to watch Nathaniel end up with someone else so I would never be able to rest in peace.
When he said that, his eyes were full of excitement. He hated Nathaniel and couldn't wait to see Nathaniel's reaction when the truth came out.
Yolanda agreed.
After they dealt with me, they turned to Lauren and Mom, who had witnessed everything.
It was my birthday that day. Lauren had invited Mom over to celebrate with me. She said even though Nathaniel still hadn't woken up, my birthday couldn't be ignored.
They carried bags of groceries and walked straight into a murder scene at the front door.
While Yolanda was hesitating, Calvin had already picked up the bloodstained hammer and walked toward them.
Lauren died on the spot and was dragged into the garage. Mom, barely clinging to life, crawled slowly and painfully, trying to call for help.
The long trail of blood she left behind was horrifying.
The bones were taken from my legs, and what was left of me was piled together with Lauren. Two people who had been alive just hours earlier were treated like a heap of trash.
Calvin lit the car's fuel tank. Flames shot up, and the deafening explosion thundered through the air. Every trace of the truth was erased.
My birthday became the anniversary of Lauren's death and my own.

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