Returning To The Day My Sister Faked Her Death

I could not help but laugh inside. ‘My sister?’ I thought.

Did they mean the sister who pushed me to death?

In my past life, Zeke Quinton and two others showed up on the day Lila was buried.

My dad pretended he had to take care of my mom and hid away. I had to deal with them alone.

They realized Lila had toyed with their feelings. They hired someone on the spot to dig up her grave to torture her dead body.

“Even if Lila is dead, she has to pay!”

I foolishly stood in front of Lila’s tomb and told them to take it all out on me instead.

I was forced to become Lila’s stand-in and take all their anger.

They beat me until my skin tore open, and there was not a single spot on my body left unscathed.

Then, they forced me to make all kinds of degrading videos. That period of my life felt like living in hell.

I barely escaped and tried to take them to court, but every effort failed.

First, Yaron Leslie, the lawyer, threatened me. “We can kill you as easily as stepping on an ant.

“Stop wasting your time, or I’ll ruin you.”

Then, Zeke, the powerful heir from Jovaris, put pressure on everyone behind the scenes. He only told them that I had lied about everything, and no one would listen to me after that. The police even detained me for a week for “obstructing official duties.”

I thought I had already reached the darkest moment of my life, but it was only the beginning.

Yarden Lewis, the top celebrity, released the videos I had been forced to film and claimed that I had tried to seduce him.

His team pushed the story onto the trending list and even hired people to flood major gossip accounts with claims that I was well known for trading intimacy for influence in the industry.

I became famous overnight but was completely ruined. I had to stay alert on the streets because anyone could try to attack me.

When I saw my parents announce in the newspaper that they had cut ties with me, I finally understood that I had been abandoned.

My mom kept refusing to sign the organ donation agreement.

I could not help wondering if she would have fought this hard if I were the one about to donate organs.

Maybe she would have signed right away and said it was a blessing for me.

My dad gave the doctor a flattering smile and pulled him aside.

I could not hear what he said, but I saw him gesture to him.

The doctor did not mention organ donation again, and my mom finally let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at me with a furious glare. “Take Lila home! And just you wait! I’ll make you pay for this when we get back!”

I watched my mom rush toward the morgue and smiled meaningfully.

I just hoped that once we got home, Lila could keep it together and not slip up in front of the relatives.