Todos os capítulos de Live Suicide : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I WAS drawn to live suicide because of the money I could make from it. Following my payouts in Live Suicide, I have several scenarios in mind. For example, I can pay off my debts to my parents as well as repay all the money that my father has embezzled from other people. No matter how much I doubt myself, I’m forced to do it because there is no alternative. This is the only option available to me, therefore I have no choice but to take advantage of this little possibility if it comes my way. I’m also going to die, so what difference does it make whether I commit myself to Live Suicide? And at least, when I die here, I will have done something kind and good for my family and the many other people who have placed their faith and support in us. I don’t want to die knowing that I have done nothing good in the world except to foment discord among people. There is no way of predicting whether I will be able to recover since, acco

AS LONG as humans exist, they will continue to commit sin in the world, regardless of the circumstances. As long as the human continues to exist, they will continue to experience suffering in the world. Thus, death is the only place where people may find serenity. My sin and my desire to commit suicide are inextricably linked. I was to blame since I was the one who ordered my father to take from people’s wallets. I was the reason dad he did this to the people who loved, trusted, and had great respect for him. My entire mouth was agape as I grinned. “I am the actual corrupt official in the government, not my father. All the money my father stole from the government was used to purchase my pleasures, not his,” I thought to myself as I locked my gaze on the smartphone. My father would not have committed a grave sin if it weren’t for me. I realize I didn’t actually order him

WHEN my father told me that, I felt like my heart was racing. Suddenly, the thought occurred to me that whatever he was doing, good and bad, was still for my benefit.... He did not want to ruin our family, but his image would be ruined in the eyes of the public if the truth about dad stealing money from the government was discovered. And that’s something I don’t want to happen. At no point in his life did father do something detrimental to other people because he cared more about the well-being of others than he did for his own. Nevertheless, his family was still more important to him than anything else, and he was willing to shatter the trust that some people had placed in him because of his previous actions simply to protect us. I let out a sigh. The events of the day have left me completely befuddled, and my head is reeling from the stress. I had stage 4 cancer, my father had stolen en

HOW did he pull it off? I believed he was a typical father in our family and a senator for many, but I was mistaken; he was a monster. This is something I’m not sure how he came to be capable of doing. I understand we are wealthy, but it is not enough reason for him to undertake such a deed. He astounded me with his actions. Because of what Dad said, my pulse raced quicker and my ears seemed deaf for a moment. Because of my inability to process what my father had told me, I began to question my sanity. My mind refuses to accept what is occurring right now. How did he get international airline tickets? How did he gather everything we needed to go abroad?  How did he manage to purchase a new property in a different nation just a few days ago? Despite my reluctance to accept it, I know he did it because he was getting preferential treatment from every

IN ORDER to avoid waking anybody who was sleeping below, I moved gently, approached the enormous door and opened it without making a sound at all. The maids’ room was on the first level of the home, so I had to be extra cautious since a single mistake might result in a disaster. When they heard a noise in the living room area, our assistant brains immediately went to the conclusion that a burglar had entered our home, despite the fact that our house was well-locked and protected. My body pushed its way through the little crack in our door, despite the fact that my body won’t fit. I shut the door behind me as I left. I took a deep breath and wiped the back of my palm over the bridge of my nose since cold perspiration was already trickling from my forehead. “Shit... I got out of the house too,” I thought to myself as I struggled to leave our home, which turned out to be one of the most difficult thi