Todos os capítulos de Her Stolen Glory, My Silent Grave: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

My adopted sister, Rebecca Lawson, steals the gift I painstakingly prepared for the Don and presents it at a family gathering. Everyone in the room is stunned.So, my parents turned what was supposed to be my engagement party into a celebration banquet for Rebecca.They sit together and raise their champagne glasses to toast her, while I collapse alone in the bathroom, hitting my head and bleeding out.After regaining some consciousness, I use all my strength to call them for help, but only the mafia's consigliere and my fiance—Yves Gilbert—answers my calls."Tessa, why didn't you come to Rebecca's celebration? She felt hurt by your absence! I know you've always been jealous that she could easily gain everyone's affection, but it's what she deserves."Quickly come over and apologize to Rebecca. Don't disappoint us any further." Yves hangs up the phone after saying that.I stare at the darkened phone screen with an unsightly smile.They don't know that the gift I have prepared for the D

The living room was in a disarray.Yves held the unconscious Rebecca and anxiously called out her name.Father immediately instructed the driver. "Get the car ready! We're going to the hospital!"Soon, large patches of red rashes appeared on Rebecca's neck and arms. It looked like an extremely severe allergic reaction.Mother suddenly screamed. She rushed up to me, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at me. "It must be your doing! Tessa, can't you even be more tolerant of Rebecca?"A loud smack rang across the room as a slap landed on my face, making it burn with pain.I turned my head from the hit and instinctively raised my hand to cover my face as blood trickled from the corner of my mouth."I didn't…""You still dare to deny it?" Mother trembled with anger, and she raised her hand as if to strike again."Enough!" Father shouted, stopping her. However, his gaze toward me was just as cold.He added, "Tessa, I never imagined you could be so cruel-hearted!"Yves walked past me,

The arrangements for my funeral were extremely simple, with no obituary or memorial service. The villa remained silent all day long.Mother cried while holding onto a photo of me, Father stayed alone in his study, and Clyde locked himself in his room.Yves had also moved in. He canceled all his work and spent his days in my room. He kept touching my belongings, trying to catch even the faintest trace of me as he did so.Rebecca felt isolated in this suffocating atmosphere. She tried to talk to them several times, but her efforts failed because of their deliberately cold attitude toward her.She was afraid that she would be abandoned by them again.…At dinner, no one touched their utensils.Rebecca finally spoke up, trying to break the silence. "Dad, Mom… I know everyone is sad, but life has to go on. "A few days ago, I gave Don Conway that antique gun. He liked it a lot and even sent someone to deliver a gift in return, saying he had taken note of our family's good intentio

Although Don Conway already left the ward, his words and the open diary felt like crushing weights on the Shaws, making it hard for them to breathe.The truth felt like a dull knife that cut back and forth on each of their hearts.…By the time they got home, night had already fallen. The lights weren't on in the villa, and it was shrouded in a dead silence.Rebecca followed behind them, trembling. As soon as she stepped inside, she threw herself forward and grabbed Father's arm, trying to beg for mercy."Dad, I was wrong…"Over the past few days, the matters of my death, Don Conway's questioning, and Rebecca's lies had weighed on them so heavily that everyone's nerves were stretched to the breaking point.At this moment, Rebecca's begging sounded unbearably ironic, and it instantly ignited everyone's fury.Before she had even finished speaking, Father had already kicked her in the stomach. She flew back like a ragdoll, crashing into the coffee table with a painful muffled groa