Todos os capítulos de Cracked After My Fake Death: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Frederick, that was the engagement necklace you gave me, worth $30 million. Lindsey was the only one who touched my collar earlier. I can't think of anyone else who could have taken it."Frederick Jameson's true love clung to his arm, sobbing uncontrollably. With her accusation, every eye on the yacht's deck turned sharply in my direction.The guests began to whisper among themselves."What else would you expect from someone with such humble origins? Sticky fingers all the way.""Frederick has kept her around for five years, and she's still not content? Stealing his fiancée's necklace? Unbelievable.""Look at her, dressed like she's scraping by. Probably desperate for cash."It was the dead of winter, and the sea wind sliced through the air like blades. There I stood in a thin strapless gown, the chill cutting across my bare skin and leaving me shivering uncontrollably.In stark contrast, Sophia Reed huddled in a custom cashmere wrap, nestled securely in Frederick's warm embrac

What was I even expecting? A touch of warmth from a man who saw me as nothing more than data and a test subject?Wasting no more breath, I grabbed the pen and signed the content form. Then I took the blue vial, twisted off the cap, and chugged it down like ordinary water.The effects hit faster than ever before, churning my stomach as if it were in a high-speed blender. Pain exploded from my core and spread rapidly through my entire body. I curled up on the cold floor, convulsing uncontrollably while sweat soaked through my clothes.Through the thick glass, I caught sight of Charlotte watching my agony with a faint smirk. Samuel remained in place, tablet in hand, focused on recording my vital signs—heart rate, blood pressure, and nerve reactions.He didn't even glance down at me once. To him, I wasn't a person; I was merely animated data providing results for his experiments.The agony intensified, and it felt as if my organs were shifting out of place. Finally, I couldn't hold it

The joint engagement party for the three prominent families was held on a massive luxury yacht.Frederick, Samuel, and Theodore, the three golden bachelors, stood together as the centers of attention. Beside them were their true loves: the fragile Sophia Reed, the aloof Charlotte Hayes, and the innocent Wendy Tate.They looked like perfect pairs, accepting congratulations and envious glances from the guests. I remained the only unwelcome shadow in this glamorous event.In a quiet corner, plainclothes police officers stood ready, waiting to haul me away as the supposed extortionist and hit-and-run driver once the party concluded.Frederick kept shooting glances my way, expecting me to crawl over and beg for Sophia's forgiveness.Samuel chatted with medical experts, his eyes occasionally flicking toward me. Theodore raised his glass in my direction with a polite smile, but the warning in his gaze was clear: play your role well.I was dressed in a striking fire-red gown, with my hai

Later, when they sorted through my belongings, they had fully expected to find diaries I'd written, photos I'd hidden away, or some other tokens of love.But after ransacking my condo, all they uncovered were stacks of checks, numerous credit cards, and closets filled with designer bags and jewels—bought with the money they had casually thrown at me.There were no photos of us together, no love letters, and nothing at all that hinted at genuine emotion.Frederick stared at that cold accumulation of wealth and crumbled under its weight. He collapsed on the floor and sobbed like a lost child. "She didn't want anything from me... Nothing except money... She never even truly loved me."It wasn't until that moment that the truth hit them all: the girl they'd perceived as a lovesick fool, willing to die for them, had been nothing but a sharp actress who used them as mobile ATMs.This crushing realization inflicted a pain that was far more excruciating than death. It struck at the very c

Waving my phone, I added slowly, "But just to be clear, I never promised that I'd follow through on any obligations after taking the payment. Feel free to sue me. I'll gladly cover the penalties. I've got cash to burn now."Ignoring their shock and despair, I tapped on my phone and donated all the money to the ASPCA stray dog rescue foundation.I zoomed in on the donation receipt and held it up for them to see. "Your love has real value after all. I'd much rather use it to feed and care for dogs than waste another second on trash like you."After that incident, the three men hung around my rented beach villa like lost pups, refusing to leave no matter what. They endured the blazing sun and pouring rain, going without food or drink in an attempt to appeal to my sympathy.They seemed convinced that this display of self-inflicted suffering would soften my resolve. Unfortunately for them, my heart had long since turned to an unyielding stone, hardened by their repeated trampling.The