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By the time I was strong enough to walk again, my mother had already moved.The main deck had been cleared.Not dramatically, not with sirens or raised voices, but with the kind of quiet efficiency that only comes when everyone understands exactly who holds authority. Crew members stood at measured distances. Security formed a perimeter that did not invite discussion. The ocean stretched endlessly beyond the rail, dark and calm, as though it, too, were waiting.I walked out beside my mother.My arm was secured in a sling, the pale fabric stark against the darker wool of my coat, but I did not lean on anyone. Every step was steady. Every breath, though still sore, was controlled. There was no spectacle left for anyone to consume.The captain stood at attention. So did the heads of security, medical operations, and navigation. This was no longer a social gathering, and it was no longer a family dispute.This was an operational assembly, convened under Sterling authority.Emma was not pre
They Laughed While I Was Dying Chapter 6
The screening room was silent when the footage began to play.My mother sat at the head of the table, legs crossed, posture relaxed. I was seated beside her, wrapped in a soft blanket, my injured arm secured in a sling. Adrian stood across from us, rigid, his eyes locked on the screen mounted into the wall.Emma was brought in last.She looked composed at first. Pale, yes, but calm. The kind of calm that had always earned her sympathy.Until the video started.The angle was wide. High-definition. No sound distortion. No missing seconds.The deck appeared on-screen exactly as I remembered it.Me on the floor. Crawling. Reaching.And then—clearly, unmistakably—Emma’s heel descending.Once.Twice.Not a stumble.Not an accident.A deliberate adjustment of weight.A pause.Then pressure.Someone inhaled sharply behind us.Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t blink.The footage zoomed slightly, auto-tracking motion.It caught the moment she leaned down, her lips close to my ear. Though there was no audio
They Laughed While I Was Dying Chapter 5
I woke to the steady rhythm of machines and the muted hush of a private medical suite.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—sleek, white, quietly expensive. The kind of room that did not belong to a cruise ship’s public infirmary, but to something far more private. Far more controlled.My throat burned. My chest felt tight, bruised from the inside out, as if every breath had scraped something raw.“You’re awake.”My mother’s voice came from beside the bed.She sat there without moving, coat removed now, sleeves rolled back, her posture immaculate even after chaos. One hand rested lightly on the arm of the chair, the other holding mine as if she had never let go.“How bad was it?” I asked hoarsely.Her jaw tightened—not in anger, but restraint. “Bad enough.”She reached for the doctor’s chart, flipped it once, then set it aside as if the numbers offended her.“Acute hypoxia,” she continued calmly. “Trauma-induced asthma attack. Significant blood loss from blunt force compression to the a
They Laughed While I Was Dying Chapter 4
The deck fell into a silence so complete it felt unnatural.The laughter died first.Then the whispers.Even the sea seemed to hold its breath.She stood there—my mother—dark coat unmoved by the wind, eyes sweeping the deck with a calm that was far more terrifying than rage. The kind of calm that came from knowing she did not need to raise her voice to be obeyed.No one spoke.No one dared.Her gaze dropped to me.For a single second—just one—the iron in her expression cracked. It was gone almost as soon as it appeared, buried beneath control honed over decades of power and blood.“Doctor,” she said without looking away from me.Three men in black moved at once. Not crew. Not security. They were unmistakably Sterling.They cleared the space around me with quiet efficiency, bodies shifting, hands firm but restrained. Someone tried to protest. Someone else tried to explain.Neither finished a sentence.A medical team appeared as if summoned by thought alone. Oxygen mask. IV. Gentle but u
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Just as my fingers brushed the edge of the emergency kit—A boot slammed down.Hard.It crushed the back of my hand against the deck.Pain detonated up my arm, white-hot and blinding. It was her.“Oh!” she cried, instantly lifting her foot—just enough to look innocent.“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see your hand there.”She blinked rapidly, then frowned, confusion carefully arranged on her face.“But—” she added softly, tilting her head,“weren’t you just saying you couldn’t breathe? That you were about to pass out?”Her gaze swept the crowd, uncertainty trembling perfectly in her voice.“Then why would you crawl all the way over here?”“And why would you put your hand under my foot like that?”Her eyes filled again, tears pooling on command.“Is this… is this another way to make it look like I hurt you?”Her words were gentle.Only I saw it—the flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.She bent down, close enough that her breath brushed my ear—“How does it feel,” she murmured,“not being able t
They Laughed While I Was Dying Chapter 2
My shoulders were jerking with every breath, each inhale shallow and sharp, each exhale accompanied by a faint, broken wheeze. I lost my balance and nearly folded forward.Adrian reacted on instinct, crouching down and gripping my arm to keep me from collapsing completely.“Is it really that bad?” he asked, his voice noticeably lower now, uncertainty bleeding through the edge of impatience.My mouth opened—but no sound came out, only a thin, strained gasp that burned all the way down my throat.Before I could force another breath, his adopted sister suddenly let out a soft, trembling sob.“Adrian…” Her voice trembled as she covered her mouth, her eyes reddening almost instantly.“I—I truly don’t understand how things ended up like this.”She looked at me with wounded disbelief, as if she were the one being accused of something unforgivable.Then she reached into her bag.“Look at this,” she said, turning it toward Adrian first.“This is my latest SCI publication. It’s a peer-reviewed
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