All Chapters of My Fake Sister Took Everything: Now It’s My Turn : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

After Nate left, only Claire, Sebastian, and I remained in the house. I retreated to my room, seeking the solace of a long, hot shower, but even wrapped in a blanket afterward, I retreated to my room, taking a long shower, but even wrapped in a blanket afterward, I was lost in my own head.Sebastian knocked before entering. He sighed, sitting beside me and pulling me into a hug. “Are you okay?” he murmured.I shook my head, “Honestly… I’m not,” I confessed. Ignorance had been bliss. Before, when I was completely unaware of the world around me and its hidden truths, I had been…lighter. The recent revelations had taken a toll. I didn’t know how to heal.Sebastian pulled back slightly, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “Don’t force it,” he advised gently. “The moment you convince yourself you’re doing better is often when you come crashing down.”I nodded, absorbing his words. He continued, “Time heals, and the first stage of healing is allowing yourself to grieve. It’s acknowledgin

My vision blurred, the face before me snapping into focus, his face now making sense like the way I had seen, on the day I was left to die. Richard? The butler. He was the one who had been hunting me? The anonymous person behind the chase? It felt like the world had tilted on its axis. My knees buckled, barely holding me up. This couldn’t be real.Why now?He cleared his throat, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the suffocating silence. “There’s no point in hiding anymore. The game is over. You can choose to see me as an ally or an opponent… but we both want the same thing: Charles’s downfall.”A gasp ripped through the room. Every face was drained of color, ghostly white. Never, not in my worst nightmares, had I imagined it would be Richard.I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging, my hand shaking so badly I could barely point at him. “Y…you…?”A chilling smile stretched across his face, but his eyes were dead, empty. They were like black holes, sucking in all the light.The truth slammed

Daphne’s POV A chilling dread settled over me. “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my world tilting on its axis. What could Richard possibly mean by saying I was the key? He gave a dry chuckle. “No one truly grasps the extent of Charles’s evil. Look at us,” he gestured to the group. “We all bear the scars of his influence, don’t we?” My gaze swept across Nate, Claire, and even Richard himself. Each of us carried a distinct torment, almost like a confirmation of Charles’s destructive power. “And here’s the kicker,” Richard continued, his voice laced with a bitter irony. “Mr. Calloway is the one who orchestrated your kidnapping, Daphne.” The name hit me like a physical blow. Mr. Callaway? One of my father’s business associates? The man who had… tried to….force himself on me last night? A wave of nausea surged through me. I retched, the contents of my stomach emptying onto the floor. Sebastian immediately wrapped his arms around me, his voice was like a soothing balm. “It’s al

Daphne’s POV The next day arrived with an unpleasant swiftness. The air in the house hung heavy, thick with unspoken anxieties. Our collective patience felt like a frayed rope, stretched to its breaking point. We sat in an uncomfortable silence at the breakfast table, the clinking of cutlery the only sound disturbing the quiet. Sebastian had made breakfast, but no one seemed to have much of an appetite. The doorbell rang, a sharp sound that shattered the tense atmosphere. Sebastian exchanged a quick, worried glance with me. "Wait here," he said cautiously, his voice low. I nodded, my anxiety spiking. Claire shifted in her seat, clearing her throat uncomfortably. I glanced at her, sensing she had something to say. But I was beyond conversation. The return to the forest had stirred something within me, a raw reminder of her past actions, how she had brutalized me, and her constant ridicule. Ever since I came back home, she made me feel unwelcome, telling me harsh words. Forgiveness

Richard’s voice cut through the heavy silence, the words pulling us against the unspoken emotions hanging in the air. “Now that everything is done, and we have the documents, with Charles’s signature… all you have to do is sign, and the NGO is legally yours.” His jaw was clenched and his gaze distant. He tried to hold it together after Mother left, but I could see the cracks forming. This was just as hard for Richard as it was for me, maybe even harder. Mother had made her choice—time and time again, she chose Father, no matter the cost. Richard kept fighting for her, trying to pull her back from the edge, but she didn’t want to be saved. She never did. Sebastian broke the tension, his voice gentle as he gathered the papers. “She will, once she finds stability. Let’s go home, Daphne you need to rest.” He drew me away from a broken Claire. I turned to Richard, my voice firm with conviction despite the ache in my chest. “Thank you, Richard, for everything. I will see to it that Cha