After the Overlooked Daughter Died, Her Entire family Fell Apart

This was my eighth life. In the first seven, I died horribly because nobody ever noticed me. Every time, I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. No one ever heard me. So this time, I decided to stop fighting and just wait to die. When I was six, people from a rival family kidnapped me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car. I got comfortable and fell asleep. When the kidnappers opened the trunk, they thought I'd suffocated. They panicked, dumped me by the side of the road, and ran. A cop found me on an old mattress at the dump. I waved him off. "Don't bother with an ambulance. Just call a hearse. And hurry." At 17, my birth parents found me. On the way to the Carlisle estate, I climbed into the trunk like a pro. My mother, Isabella Carlisle, pulled me out, heartbroken. "You poor thing. What have you been through all these years?" "It's fine, Mother. I'm going to die sooner or later anyway." My father, Vincent Carlisle, slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Stop talking nonsense! You're a Carlisle princess. Nobody would dare hurt you!" But the second we got home, Gianna Carlisle, the girl they'd raised as their own, pretended to slip and came flying at me.