All Chapters of The Plot Grandma Spun in Three Dreams: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Vanessa West, remember that there will be a locust plague this autumn. It'll be a waste to plant wheat. You should harvest the saplings, sell them for silage, and use that money to make a fish pond. It'll be more profitable."I jolted awake. This familiar dream made me realize I had truly returned to the past. However, I didn't intend to tell my parents. I rolled over and went back to sleep.In my past life, my grandmother, Julia Simmon, appeared to me in a dream, warning me about the locusts. She told me that I had to tell my father to harvest the crops early, sell them, and get a fish pond with the money.Grandma doted on me, so I believed her implicitly and immediately told Dad about the locust plague.Since my father, Alan West, injured his hand while working, our family's only source of income was tending to the few acres of farmland we had.It didn't just support our family, but it also funded my education. We could not afford to take any risks.I was initially fretting ov

Why were the police bringing the crate of heroin to our house?To my surprise, when the crate was opened, there was no heroin. Instead, over a dozen gold bars were in the crate."Officers, why is there so much gold?" Dad asked, bewildered.However, as soon as he stepped forward, the police pinned him to the ground and handcuffed him.The sudden turn of events completely stunned me. My first instinct was to rush forward, but the police stopped me."Why are you arresting my father?" I asked."Upon investigation, the box contains stolen gold bars from a heist that happened over a decade ago. They were taken mid-transit. We've also managed to confirm that the mastermind was your grandfather. Your father's guilty expression now proves he was connected too."Just then, the officer, whose name was Shawn Fontaine, gave me a complicated look. "You personally made the call to send your father to jail. His actions will be a stain on your family name and bar you from civil service. Despite

The words I was going to say to stop Anna died on my lips, and my gaze toward Mom turned icy. "Go on, then, Mrs. Larson. Kill her."Suddenly, everything clicked into place.My heart felt like it was being clenched in an icy grip. Then, it burned like it was on fire.Suddenly, I felt a near-ruthless sense of calm wash over me.Just as Anna, who was seemingly driven mad, lunged at me with the knife, I made a move that caught everyone off guard. I didn't back down or beg for mercy. Instead, I swiftly reached out and shoved Mom, who was in front of me, right into the path of the blade."Mrs. Larson," I said. My voice rang with an icy, lethal calm. "Go ahead. Kill my mother."Time seemed to freeze in that instant.Mom stumbled after being shoved forward, stopping just inches from the tip of the blade. She turned to look at me in terror. She looked bewildered. It was as if she were seeing me for the first time.Anna's hand froze in mid-air. The insanity on her features was replaced b

A chill ran through me. So, that's how it was.Not just greed for money—but years of jealousy and resentment rooted deep in their souls.Grandma's nurturing and meticulous care for me, along with the assurances she'd left behind so I could have a good life, was an unforgivable sin to them.Not only did they want the money, but they also wanted to use the heart-wrenching tactic of Grandma appearing in my dreams to drive me to ruin. They ensured that I was filled with guilt and hatred for myself.That way, they could take property with a clear conscience, vent their resentment, and maintain the facade of being innocent parents to the public."So," I practically spat out the words through gritted teeth. Each word dripped with anguish. "You repeatedly manipulated me in Grandma's name. You made me believe I slandered my father, hurt my mother, killed James, and was judged by Grandma."You did all this to break my spirit and drive me to suicide? That way, you could claim Grandma's inhe