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Chapter 2

مؤلف: Wanda Wren
Joyce glowed with pride while her parents applauded her idea.

My chest burned with fury, but I held back for fear of disturbing Cuthbert's soul. Instead, I called my family's security team to haul these disgusting people away.

Joyce's eyes narrowed when she spotted Cuthbert's gold medal. "They say gold and silver help animals reincarnate as humans. This medal is perfect for Luck's burial. But the name on it has to go."

She grabbed a knife to scratch off Cuthbert's name. I lunged at her, yelling, "That's Cuthbert's medal. Are you insane? This funeral is huge because he was a hero. Put it down, or you'll regret it."

She slashed the knife across the back of my hand. "Back off! I don't mind his stench, and you're threatening me?"

Blood dripped from my hand, but I held on, wrestling the medal free, when a big hand grabbed my neck and flung me across the room. I crashed into the coffin, pain shooting through me.

"You're not even part of the family yet, and you're bullying Joyce?" Isaac Whitaker snapped.

He shielded Joyce, his face cold. "Cuthbert is gone. Why waste money on a funeral he couldn't even see? Don't forget you're living off my family now. Let Joyce's dog have this and apologize to her. It will ease her guilt."

He snatched the medal from me and handed it to Joyce, who carved Luck's name over Cuthbert's. I fumed with rage, glaring at him while recalling the time when we got engaged.

Their company went down, and they sold their houses and cars to fill the hole. He learned massage techniques from doctors abroad to help with Cuthbert's leg, which moved me and earned my consent.

Otherwise, his family wouldn't even have qualified to sweep our floors. Now, he was humiliating me and Cuthbert's legacy for Joyce.

"Isaac!" I shouted. "You said you'd handle the funeral to spare me grief. Was it all just for her dog?"

He shoved me aside, annoyed, as I reached for the medal. "So what? Cuthbert lived a cushy life. He is dead, and you're still burning cash on him? And you have the nerve to threaten Joyce. I know Cuthbert was corrupt, hoarding money at home. I haven't reported him out of respect for our old times."

Cuthbert's merit deserved a funeral overseen by top officials, but Isaac's earnest pleas had convinced me to let him take charge. Now I saw it was all for Joyce.

Guests trickled in, witnessing the scene. One said, "Cuthbert left you a fortune, but a girl like you can't manage it. Apologize to Isaac and thank him for running the house."
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  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 11

    The guests chuckled as Ethan teased Joseph for playing favorites, promising to keep me happy.During the party, I spotted a familiar, gaunt figure. He was so thin, almost skeletal, that I barely recognized him.When our eyes met, I knew it was Isaac. He shuffled over, placing two pieces of cheese on the table. "I wanted to bring something for your engagement, but I've got nothing. The cheese was begged off someone."He rubbed his hands, looking out of place amid the extravagance. "You've got everything now. Guess you don't need my gift."Two years ago, Joseph told me Joyce had a breakdown in the interrogation unit and tried to escape. She'd gone to Isaac's cell, hoping to break him out, but he ratted her out. She was shot on the spot, and he got a reduced sentence for it.He'd been released early, but with an ankle monitor for life. No one in the city would hire him, and he could barely scrape by.Neville hadn't let him off easily. It was a punishment to live in shame, scorned by

  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 10

    "Cuthbert saved an entire team on a secret mission. No one disrespects that!" Neville snapped. "Tomorrow, I'll request a full audit of your family's assets. Everyone tied to you will be investigated. In this country, no one is above the law."Joyce trembled all over. "It's all Charlotte... the Whitakers' fault. I'm just their maid. I can't handle the interrogation unit. Please, let me go. I'm innocent."Isaac, stunned by her betrayal, lunged at her. "You're throwing me under now? This was all for your stupid dog! How else did we offend General Soto?"A soldier kicked him down, securing the hoods and hauling them off.Neville called workers to repair the tombstone, and Cuthbert was buried on time, finally at peace. The officials and I stood at his grave, mourning all afternoon.Neville, before leaving for other duties, pinned Cuthbert's medal on my chest. "Keep his legacy alive, Charlotte. The nation's got your back. Come to us if you need anything."I nodded tearfully, seeing him

  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 9

    Bound but defiant, Isaac yelled, "You know their temper. This is all your fault. Tell your sugar daddies to free us now!""Let us go!" Joyce chimed in. "Or we'll scatter his ashes!"I ignored them, stepping behind Joseph, who calmly pressed the button amid the clatter.Gunshots rang out afterward. Blood sprayed from Ted's and Leah's heads, and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.Isaac's eyes turned crimson with rage. "You killed my parents! I'll make you pay, no matter the cost!"No one paid him any mind.I looked at the two bodies, my voice dripping with scorn. "Told you, you're messing with people way out of your league. Your family's finished, Isaac, and you're still running your mouth?""Talk big while you can!" he roared. "This city could burn, but we'd stand!"Joyce kept cursing me, oblivious to the looming danger. A squad of armed soldiers, summoned by Neville, surrounded them.Joyce froze, recognizing the marks on their guns. "Who are you? You can't hold us like th

  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 8

    Neville had come because Cuthbert's sacrifice had been monumental. I'd been told he'd attend, which was why I hadn't wasted energy arguing with Isaac or Joyce.Neville's eyes blazed with quiet fury. "Do you have any idea whose grave you're defiling? That man was a national hero!"Joyce doubled over laughing. "You guys are really into this act. How much did Charlotte pay you to play it this straight? I'll give you ten times that to pray out loud for Luck. Make it as convincing as you did for that old man."Isaac pulled out a checkbook, scribbling a figure and tossing it at Neville's face. "You broke losers take any gig, huh? Here's $100,000. Get Charlotte to bury Luck, then all of you kneel at his grave and pray."Neville clenched his fists and teeth. "The Whitakers? You built your wealth on this nation's back, and now you spit in its face? You've gone too far."Neville had always been calm, and his rage now shocked even Joseph."General, take it easy," Joseph said. "I've deployed

  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 7

    I nodded tearfully and carried the urn toward the cemetery, flanked by the officials.Isaac and Joyce laughed mockingly, blocking the path."Still acting like some big shots," Isaac sneered. "You think you can round up our guards with your rickety old bodies?""If you're faking a powerful ally, at least pick one who looks the part," Joyce taunted me. "This guy is gonna keel over any second."Ignoring them, Joseph and I pushed forward.Just then, Ted and Leah shoved the officials aside, planting themselves in the road. Ted yelled, "Nobody moves! The dog hasn't been buried yet. You're not ruining this."Leah leaned over to Joyce. "This is prime land. I don't know how Charlotte got it, but Luck will rest in peace here. It'll ease your guilt."Joyce nodded eagerly, clutching the dog's body.I handed the urn to an official and charged up the hill, ignoring the Whitakers' attempts to stop me. When I saw Isaac stepping across the lying tombstone to bury the dog, my vision went red.I

  • Grandpa's Funeral Reduced to Her Dog's Show   Chapter 6

    Isaac strolled over, his arms around Joyce."You're just actors Charlotte hired for this nonsense," he scoffed. "Drop it. Whatever she paid you, I'll double it to mourn Luck, just keep Joyce happy."He patted Joyce's head, and she tiptoed to kiss his cheek. "You're the best, honey. I want Luck to have the biggest funeral this city's ever seen."I broke free, watching the officials' faces darken. The Whitakers were digging their own graves.These people weren't just anyone. They were the untouchable elite. The political and economic ties they held were the lifeblood of the city. One word from them could uproot a family overnight.Joseph laughed coldly, stepping in front of me. At the same time, the others blocked Isaac and Joyce's path to the tomb."Kid, do you know who I am?" Joseph said. "If you dare step into the cemetery with a dog and that woman, I'll show you no mercy."His hand hovered over a button to summon snipers. It was the ultimate way to end the farce.Oblivious, J

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