Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Greg gripped the knife, his hand shaking uncontrollably. "Chloe, don't hold it against me. I admit we wronged you all these years and misunderstood you. But can you truly claim to be blameless? Why didn't you tell us the truth after you were reborn? You let Ethan and Jake die for nothing. I know you're taking revenge for the way we mistreated you. To show up so calmly at the Carlyn Residence, you must be working with them, right? If that's the case, then Ethan's death is on you!"

With those words, he thrust the dagger toward my chest.

Alright, so be it.

I had braced myself before coming here. If Dominic wanted to watch us tear each other apart, then I would strike back-for Whitney's sake.

So, he shared the same intent, leaving me with no reason to feel remorse.

I seized his wrist and drove my knee into his stomach. He was too weak to resist, and I effortlessly disarmed him.

Though my self-defense training was minimal, it was more than sufficient to handle someone like Greg, whose life had been riddled with indulgence.

At the Sanders, only Ethan and Jake showed any sign of growth. One was steadfast in maintaining the family business, while the other aspired to expand abroad.

Greg, on the other hand, was nothing more than a burden, draining the family's wealth on food, alcohol, motorbikes, antiques, and women.

Given his frail body and jittery state, he stood no chance against me.

As I kicked him to the ground, Kate crawled over to his side.

"Chloe, let him go! Even if he's useless, he's still your brother!"

This moment feels all too familiar-they show no remorse, yet in their eyes, I've returned as a vengeful spirit. To them, the downfall of the Sanders is entirely my doing.

How absurd. Whether Wisteria exists or not, they've always seen me as an adversary.

"Brother... "I chuckled softly.

Kate only noticed me pushing Greg to the ground, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had just tried to kill me.

Or perhaps, in their minds, I'm still the same submissive Chloe, endlessly patient, incapable of sorrow, and willing to endure their very slight.

Right now, I can't help but long for Carter-he's the only one who would unwaveringly stand by my side, no matter the circumstances.

I'm not afraid to face the world as my enemy, but I can't bear the judgmental stares of those who raised me.

To them, I'm the embodiment of everything wrong, yet the truth is undeniable ... I'm the one who has suffered!

moment, a frail

of confusion. "Mom, why do you see Chloe this way? She ...

Sanders. Your brother's death could have been avoided. Chloe is undoubtedly working with those monsters at the Carlyns. Stay

her voice brimming with

but only managed to spit out those words.

sound of clapping echoed

voice followed, dripping with mockery. "Bravo! It's truly entertaining to watch dogs turn on one

voice,

figure cloaked in

her hood, unveiling a pale, gaunt face. Compared to when I last saw her in Snowville a month ago, she had grown noticeably thinner. Her cheeks were hollow, and her

You

treated you like family! How could you

to pull Kate away, fearing she might act recklessly. Wisteria, frail and gaunt as

Kate was restrained, Wisteria raised her hand and struck her across the face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed

monster? Who could rival you, Sanders, when it comes to acting like beasts?" Wisteria said

deliberate. "You should count yourself

wavered, an instinctual fear flickering in her eyes. She had witnessed, just as I

The calm composure she once carried had

life you want, take it, but spare them. They've treated you like a daughter all these years. Please, just...

glare, Wisteria turned to face me. "Don't worry,"

her subordinates.

they had with the Sanders. They simply shoved me aside, not laying a finger on me. Penelope gave me a

her message-not to act recklessly. The priority now was to

events at the Sanders had made it clear: everyone was at

this reality as soon as I woke up in the dungeon, already preparing to

Penelope, she was the one person I couldn't

by the Carlyns, she had cared for me throughout half of my life, and I couldn't just stand by and let

past, you were heartless, not only killing my grandparents cruelly but

have been

nothing

I was very young because of my father's illness. Why should the Carlyns fall apart while the

truth is, I knew about you when I was just a little girl. Dad made sure memorized the faces of

at the

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