All Chapters of Killed by My Sister, Freed by Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

My stepsister killed me. All because her marriage fell apart and she couldn’t stand the sight of mine. She envied the glittering illusion of my “perfect” life—never realizing the truth about what my so-called perfect marriage really was.And luckily, the fate had given me another chance. I was reborn before everything happened.“Father, I want to marry Silas Vane.”The moment Lila spoke his name, a chill raced down my spine. I knew instantly—she had been reborn just like me.In our past life, Lila had chosen Jaxon Westmore. The Westmores looked golden from the outside, but underneath that shine? Rot. Corruption. And Jaxon himself was the worst of it. He was a husband in name only, spending his nights with strippers and models, never once delivering the support he promised her… or my father.By contrast, my marriage to Silas Vane had been praised as untouchable. I gave him a son and a daughter—in return, he gave my family wealth, protection, influence. Father could not have been more

Chapter 2

Her words dripped with false kindness, her sneer barely hidden. She thought she’d secured herself a glittering future.I almost pitied her. Almost.If only she knew what I had endured. The price I paid for that so-called perfect marriage. Silas had never been the devoted husband he pretended to be. And the children I bore him? They were never the result of love.Silas was almost like Jaxon, but with one difference—he cared about appearances. He cared about how people saw him, about his reputation, about the perfect picture he painted in public.Behind closed doors, it was another story.At the start of our marriage, we struggled to have children. The problem was Silas’s. But still, he laid the blame at my feet. My body, my failure, my infertility. He paraded me through hospitals, demanding procedure after procedure, forcing me through endless IVF shots until my arms were bruised and my spirit broken. Eventually, I did get pregnant. And to the world, Silas looked like the devoted hus

Chapter 3

Lila hadn’t exaggerated. Her wedding was a spectacle—grand enough to outshine the one I’d had with Silas in my past life. The ballroom was overflowing, glittering with chandeliers, champagne, and guests that mattered. Even a state senator had come to offer his congratulations.My own wedding hall sat at the opposite end of the corridor. Smaller. Quieter. But intimate in a way that mattered to me more.When I asked Lucien if he wanted to invite anyone from his circle, his answer had been simple. “Invite whoever you want. As for me—only family. I don’t have many friends.”That had struck something in me. Because I didn’t either. So, in the end, only my closest girlfriends and Father were invited. He would watch me wed first, then hurry across the hall to watch Lila’s grand affair.I expected my wedding to feel small, maybe even lonely. Instead, it was nothing I imagined.The Blackwells weren’t cold, calculating, or arrogant like my father, nor shallow and preening like Lila. They were w

Chapter 4

After Lucien helped me move, we began our honeymoon. I’d suggested a quiet resort, something simple, given the Blackwell family’s financial state. But Lucien insisted on Bora Bora.We landed at sunset, the sky painted pink and gold, the ocean glimmering like fire. For the first time since my rebirth, I felt… at peace. Like here, on this island, I could let go of every fear and burden.“Come,” Lucien murmured, guiding me forward. “I booked us a suite.”The word alone made my cheeks flush. Tonight would be my first night with Lucien Blackwell. I told myself I wasn’t nervous, but my racing heart betrayed me.The moment we stepped into the suite, the atmosphere shifted. The room was ours alone—private, hushed, intimate. A bed scattered with red roses waited for us, hinting at everything that was about to happen.Lucien took my hand and pulled me closer. “May I?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine.I nodded, whispering, “You don’t have to ask permission every time…”And yet, the fact

Chapter 5

Lila caught my expression, clutching the baby tighter to her chest. Her voice snapped out, brittle and defensive. “What are you staring at?”From the corner, Father shook his head. “Lila… tell us the truth. Is this child truly Silas Vane’s, or—?”Lila’s eyes welled instantly, tears spilling on command. “Father, how can you even ask me that? Of course he’s Silas’s baby! Who else could it possibly be?”“But his eyes…” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.“What about his eyes?” Lila shot back, “A baby’s eyes can change. Everyone knows that. It’s probably—”The front door slammed open, cutting her off. Silas stormed inside, his expression thunderous. Lila flinched the moment she saw him.“Silas,” she stammered, “what are you doing here?”“Tell me,” Silas roared, striding toward her, “did you have an affair?”The color drained from her face. Lila staggered back, clutching the infant tighter. “I didn’t! This is your son!”Father hurried forward, laying a hand on Silas’s

Chapter 6

We arrived at the Vane estate shortly after. The moment we stepped into the living room, the weight of the silence pressed down like stone. No one spoke. Father’s face was drawn tight with nerves. Lila, on the other hand, looked strangely unbothered—almost smug.Maybe Silas and I had been wrong all along.When everyone had gathered, Silas entered with a doctor in tow. The man cleared his throat, voice carrying through the room. “On behalf of Mr. Vane, I bring the DNA results of Mrs. Vane’s child.”He drew a document from his briefcase, unfolding it with deliberate care. His brows twitched as he read. “Mr. Vane… you are not the biological father of Mrs. Vane’s child.”The words cracked through the silence.Lila’s face crumpled instantly. “Impossible! I—I made sure the sperm was my husband’s! The IVF injections—how could this happen?”Silas’s head snapped toward her. “IVF injections? Why would you need those?”She faltered, scrambling for words. “I knew how much you wanted a baby. I tho

Chapter 7

When I reached my eighth month, I finally shared my news. My father, my friends—everyone now knew I was pregnant. Lucien had been cautious with me from the very start, he even hired a doctor to live in our home, just in case I ever felt the slightest discomfort.“Isn’t that expensive?” I asked one evening, worried. After all, once the baby came, there would be so many expenses. Cribs. Clothes. A hundred little things.Lucien only smiled, his hand brushing over my hair. “Don’t worry about me.” He leaned close, whispering against my ear, “The Blackwells aren’t what the world thinks. We’re not poor—not anymore.”My eyes widened. “You mean…?”He chuckled at my reaction. “Yes, we suffered years ago. But when my father rebuilt the family, and later when I took over, we brought the Blackwells back to power. We trade arms now with the Europeans, more quietly and more privately. No one outside needs to know, especially after what happened with the Russians.”Relief washed over me. “So… no more

Chapter 8

Twelve hours later, my little boy had arrived—completely healthy and perfect.Instead of following the doctor to the nursery, Lucien stayed with me, his gaze full of awe and fierce protectiveness.“Hey,” he whispered, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “How are you feeling?”I smiled weakly, too exhausted for many words.The moment pulled me back—an echo of my past life. Only then, Silas hadn’t cared about me at all. He’d trailed after the baby, ignoring the wreck of a woman in the bed. And my delivery had been harder, lonelier, crueler.Now, everything was different. Now, I had a husband who stayed. A husband who cared.Lucien offered me water, tilting the cup gently to my lips. My voice came out unsteady when I finally asked, “How’s my sister? Was she still here?”I wasn’t worried for her, not truly. It was just a bad feeling gnawing at me. Lila always carried misfortune like a shadow.Lucien lowered his gaze. “I didn’t want to tell you right away. I wanted you to rest. But… right

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