Chapter 3,
Chapter 3
Once the door was shut, he kicked me again. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
Normally, even after a beating like this, I would never admit fault.
But this time, I trembled like a frightened rabbit and immediately surrendered. “I was wrong, Dad. I shouldn’t have said that about my sister.”
Even then, he remained unsatisfied. “Are you still calling the police?”
“No, I won’t, I won’t.”
After my repeated apologies, his anger finally subsided. I even groveled to my
Mom sneered. “Enough. Go make dinner–I’m starving.”
I obeyed, putting on an apron and heading to the kitchen.
mother and sister, seeking their forgiveness.
Just then, my sister’s phone pinged with a notification. She checked it and let out an excited scream.
“She’s dead! Mary is dead! I need to get to the hospital and comfort Thomas!”
Ecstatic, she ran to her room to change, putting on makeup and high heels before rushing out the door.
Worried about her safety at night, my parents grabbed the car
and left with her.
The moment they were gone, I packed my belongings and prepared to leave this house for good.
Outside, I ran into a neighbor. Seeing the bruises on my face, he frowned. “Your parents hit you again?”
His eyes flickered to the suitcase in my hand, and he clicked his tongue.
“Good. Get out of here. If you stay any longer, you’ll end
up
dead.”
I thanked him and walked away, hailing a cab.
The radio was broadcasting breaking news: the wealthy socialite Mary
had died
car
accident.
Thomas was offering a reward–ten million dollars–for any leads on the hit–and–run driver.
The driver clicked his tongue in pity. “Damn, that guy must have guts. Running
I hummed in ag
over someone that powerful? They’ll hunt him down like a dog.”
The driver continued, “I heard that Thomas used to be in the underworld before he became a CEO. He turned over a new leaf after meeting his wife. Now that she’s dead, who knows how many people are going to suffer.”
I nodded in agreement.
Unfortunately, the
would suffer the most still had no idea of her fate.
internet was flooded with two kinds of news–one Over the next few days, the death, and the other was about my sister’s heroic act.
was about Thomas offering a huge reward for clues about his wife’s
A video of her, dressed in white and drenched in blood, kneeling on the ground performing CPR, went viral. Millions of people shared it, calling her a goddess.
Another video showed her silently crying in the hospital. Facing the reporters, she said, “I’m heartbroken that I couldn’t save Mrs. Lee. I must not have tried hard enough.”
Behind her, Thomas stared at her with a complex expression.
F
She proudly shared the video in our family group chat. “Look at Thomas’s gaze. He’s obviously interested in me.”
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My parents immediately agreed, and the three of them began fantasizing about her marrying into wealth.
I was the only one who commented:
“He is interested, alright. Looks like he’s interested in killing you.”
My words immediately provoked my sister’s anger.
She sent me several screenshots of her chat with Thomas. Over the past few days, they had exchanged hundreds of messages.
She kept comforting him, and he responded, saying her words were a great source of comfort.
His tone was ambiguous, seemingly affectionate.
She gloated: “See? Do you still think he doesn’t have feelings for me?”
I couldn’t help but warn her: “Have you considered the possibility that he’s just trying to get information out of you? Thomas can have any woman he wants. Why would he choose you?”
My sister flew into a rage: “Jennifer, I haven’t even settled our last score. Are you asking for it?”
My father chimed in: “Where have you been hiding these past few days? Don’t think we can’t find you.”
The three of them took turns cursing me out again, ending with a final warning: if I dared to go to the police, they’d kill me.
I put away my phone and glanced outside.
Since leaving home, I had rented a small apartment. With no money, I could only afford a place in the outskirts.
Ironically, it was close to where Mary had died.
Every day after work, I saw Thomas’s assistant going from shop to shop, checking surveillance footage.
Two days later, my sister shared another chat screenshot in the group.
Thomas had invited her and my parents to his estate as a show of gratitude.
She tagged me.
“Jennifer, do you see my charm now? This isn’t just a visit–it’s meeting the parents!”
I didn’t respond.
She was so focused on seducing Thomas that she hadn’t noticed something strange.
News about Mary’s death had vanished from the internet.
The police were no longer investigating.
Even Thomas’s assistant had stopped visiting the area.
This wasn’t a thank–you banquet.
It was a death trap.
They had finally pushed themselves into a corner.
