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A Love Worth Dying For?

After her sister abandons the family to pursue a romantic tryst, an old enemy strikes their home. The protagonist’s mother is left dying, and a lover's suicide note falsely blames the victim for the tragedy. Despite her sister's cold dismissal, a deadly grudge festers. Following a banquet to celebrate her inheritance, the protagonist is murdered by her own sibling. Now reborn at the exact moment the killers breach the villa doors, she must navigate this horror story to change her fate.
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Chapter 3

However, there was no time to waste. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself up and ran toward the Johnson residence next door with everything I had.

I didn't care that the icy snow tore at the raw flesh on my frostbitten feet. All I could do was run.

Even though it was called next door, it was still a full mile away.

The freezing air cut at my throat like blades. I didn't dare slow down as I remembered that more than one man had broken into our house in my previous life.

When I collapsed in front of the Johnson residence's iron gate, I pounded on it with all my might and shouted hoarsely, "Amelia! Open up! Please, help! There are intruders in my house. Please save my mom!"

The iron gate creaked open. Amelia Johnson stood in the doorway, her brows furrowed. She was wrapped in a thick cashmere coat, but her face held no warmth.

Looking down at me kneeling in the snow, she slowly said, "Theodore, your acting has really improved lately."

Her voice was laced with mockery, with a hint of amusement.

Blood pounded in my chest, and my head was spinning.

"Amelia! I'm not making this up, and I'm not joking! My mom's life is at stake! Please, just send someone to come with me and save her."

She scanned the injuries all over me, clicking her tongue like she was impressed.

"If Jessica hadn't warned me, I might've actually believed you. She said you would pull some fake home invasion stunt because you were jealous of Wilson."

I rushed to explain, "Don't listen to Jessica! I'm telling the truth! I've already called the police, but they're not here yet. Please, my mom's been stabbed. She won't last much longer!"

In my previous life, those three intruders took out their anger on my mom and me. We fought them with everything we had, but they still left us battered and broken.

I was badly injured, and my mom was tortured to death. Now that I'd been given a second chance, I wasn't going to let her die because of me.

I pulled out my phone to show her the police call log. She still didn't believe a word of it.

Instead, her voice turned even more sarcastic. "You really went all in this time and even called the cops. Staging a robbery to get sympathy? I almost bought it. I do admire your dedication."

"Amelia, are you insane? I'm telling the truth!" I yelled, my voice cracking as tears blurred my vision.

However, my scream couldn't break through her disbelief. When she turned to leave, I grabbed her wrist.

"Please! My mom really needs help! If you don't go now, she might die. She will die!"

She looked down at me, her gaze still cold.

"Theodore, Jessica told me not to bother with you and let you throw your little tantrum all you want."

Her indifference cut straight through me.

Amelia was my childhood friend before Wilson came into the picture. She had always been gentle with me. After we got engaged, she became even more caring.

But ever since Wilson showed up, everything changed. Amelia grew colder and more distant. Even Jessica, my own sister, started pulling away from me too.

The two of them did everything they could to impress Wilson—even stupid, reckless things. Jessica once destroyed a rival company just because its name matched Wilson's dog's. That stupid move brought disaster right to our doorstep.

I dropped to my knees in the snow and kept pleading.

"Amelia, please! Just send someone to check on my house. I'm begging you! If you want to call off the engagement, I won't stop you! Just help me save my mom!”

Despair swallowed me whole. I prayed over and over again that Amelia might have a shred of conscience left. I was praying hard that she would save Mom for the sake of our past.