Semua Bab Dad's Regret After Killing Me for Ex's Daughter: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished.He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions.Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out.But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.……"How is that rebellious she-wolf doing? Does she know she's wrong now?"In the vast Beta's villa, my father's question rang out like thunder on a clear day. The pack members nearby tensed visibly, their eyes lowered to avoid his gaze.The pack housekeeper answered tremblingly, her hands clasped tightly together: "Sir, Miss Scarlett is still in the fire house."My father's fingers, tapping impatiently on the mahogany armrest. His jaw clenched as he exhaled sharply."I've been too leni

That night, after everyone in the mansion had gone to sleep, the housekeeper made his way to the fire house. His shoulders were hunched with worry, a flashlight trembling in his aged hand.Even before he reached the stone building, he could smell the unbearable stench."Dear Moon Goddess," he whispered, his eyes watering.The closer he got, the stronger the odor became. Unknown fluids had begun to seep under the door, already attracting flies and maggots.A terrible premonition formed in his mind. I stood before him, though he couldn't see me, my spectral form blocking his path."Go back now, Edward," I said, though my voice couldn't reach his ears. "Don't look. It's truly revolting. If you see it, you'll never be able to sleep well. Save yourself this memory."The housekeeper was a good man. He had once tried to plead my case, but his position was too lowly, and he needed this well-paying job too much to be of any real help.Perhaps my invisible warning had an effect. The housekeepe

Looking back, Edward and the servants couldn't even bear to look at my remains, let alone clean them up. Their faces contorted with horror as they backed away from the fire house door, several covering their mouths to stifle their gasps."Mr. Edward, what do we do?" one of the female servants asked, her voice trembling as her eyes darted between the charred body and the housekeeper. "I can't touch... that. I just can't."Edward's face had aged ten years in the span of minutes. His hands shook as he removed his white gloves deliberately, almost ceremonially, and threw them to the ground. The gesture carried the weight of three decades of service, now ended."I quit," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the horrified silence. "And I suggest you all do the same. No job is worth this."His declaration sparked an immediate ripple effect. The other servants began nodding and murmuring in agreement, fear spreading through them like wildfire."He killed his own daughter," whispered an ol

After leaving our mansion, Lydia continuously sent me letters, each more frantic than the last. My writing set remained in Amber's possession, the elegant paper vibrating with each urgent knock at the door as messengers delivered Lydia's correspondence.Amber, perhaps fearing Lydia might contact the Alpha, forged a quick response using my stationery: "Don’t report to the Alpha, I’m fine."The message was nothing like my usual writing style—too brief, too cold. Instead of reassuring Lydia, it only heightened her suspicions, and her letters became even more desperate.Growing nervous, Amber hid my writing set in the water tank of her bathroom toilet, then departed with my father and Elise for their "vacation."I followed them, my spirit bound to the living family members who had caused my death.During their trip, besides the usual tourist activities, my father took Elise to a specialized wolf healer—one known for catering to high-ranking pack members.Elise's pregnancy had been unexpect

The enforcers were experienced investigators. The situation was becoming increasingly clear to them.There was only one real possibility: I was already dead.Watching them come to this realization, I felt a wave of relief. Finally! Go find my body before it becomes nothing but bones and terrifies you all.The chief enforcer brought their latest findings to my father."Mr. Morgan, we now suspect that Scarlett may have met with foul play. We need your full cooperation with our investigation," he stated gravely.My father scoffed at the suggestion. "Impossible. She was just attacking Elise. How could she be dead?""But before the attack on your mate, Scarlett seemed to vanish completely from the world. No purchase records, no communication traces—nothing at all. Mr. Morgan, does that seem possible to you for a living person?"The enforcer's face was deadly serious, but my father remained dismissive. "Of course it's possible. I canceled all her cards, so naturally there would be no purchas