Lahat ng Kabanata ng She Called Me a Killer—I Proved Her Right: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

"An influencer in our complex just killed someone! The victim was a pregnant woman, and both she and her baby lost their lives!""I know, right? I just saw the pregnant woman's husband storming toward our building with a kitchen knife!"I had just reached the elevator when I heard several middle-aged women chattering away. I froze for a moment, feeling a phantom pain in my neck where the knife had slashed me. The scene of my brutal death in my previous life felt as vivid as ever.Just then, I received a call from my sister, Emma Anderson. The moment I answered, her anxious yet irritated voice blasted through the phone."Anna, what are you dawdling for? Why aren't you here yet? Do you want me to freeze to death? Hurry up and get over here to open the door for me!"As I listened to Emma's arrogant remarks, the hatred in my chest nearly overflowed. I forced down my resentment and brushed her off. "I'm already at the entrance. I'll be right there."Emma had never liked me, and she

Emma clearly hadn't expected the pregnant woman's family members to come up the stairs. Before she could react, the pregnant woman's husband grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the hallway that still had bloodstains from his wife. Emma screamed in agony."You witch! You think being an internet celebrity makes you special? You killed my wife and son, so today I'm sending you straight to hell!"My whole family was finally blessed with a child, and you destroyed everything! Why didn't you die instead? You're a piece of trash!"The other family members helped drag Emma around, hitting and kicking at her. They made so much noise that neighbors from nearby floors came out to watch.Emma had always acted superior to everyone, so all the neighbors hated her. When they heard she had killed someone, seeing her get beaten made them cheer."This little witch always acted like she was so high and mighty. She totally deserves this!""In the six months since she moved in, how many of o

My left cheek had a horrifying old scar running from the corner of my eye down to my chin. With tears in my eyes, I said slowly, "I have an injury on my face. That glamorous person in the video isn't me!"Last week, while livestreaming at a factory in Calford, I got slashed by a knife, and it left a scar that ruined my face. That's why I'm wearing a mask."Everyone around me gasped, clearly not expecting this twist. Emma and Noah were also stunned.The scar on my face was raised and purplish-red, twisted and raised like a thick, ugly welt. When Emma snapped back to reality, she glared at me viciously and questioned me frantically, "Anna, how dare you ruin your face like that?"Suddenly, she immediately twisted her tone and kept smearing me. "That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed."Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in f

Mom and Dad had always favored Emma with all their hearts. Even though Emma had brought this on herself, they blamed me for everything.In my past life, when they learned of my death, my parents didn't shed a single tear. Instead, they blamed my death for causing them trouble and giving Emma a bad reputation for having a murderer for a sister.They used my social media account to post that someone like me didn't deserve to be their daughter. They even declared that I would definitely go to the deepest pits of hell for being so evil.The three of them never claimed my body and just let the police cremate it. While I was being turned into ashes, my parents had taken Emma on a vacation.Mom had said to the police, "My precious daughter was traumatized by her sister's actions, so we're taking her away to help her recover. "As for Anna, just bury her wherever you see fit. That evil murderer doesn't deserve to be buried near other family members!"Remembering all the ways my parents h