บททั้งหมดของ Killed by My Sister, Freed by Fate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

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

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

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

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