All Chapters of Lily and Ivy: The dead sister's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

An Abandoned Warehouse in the CountrysideThe entire warehouse was swallowed by darkness. Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.At the very center of it, a young lady sat tied to a chair. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Her legs were tied together. A strip of Scotch tape sealed her mouth shut.Her eyes fluttered desperately, trying to adjust, trying to see through the darkness—but it was impossible. She attempted to scream, but the sound died against the tape.What am I doing here? she asked herself silently.The last thing she could remember was resting peacefully in her house.So what was this place?And how did she end up here?Just then, the warehouse door creaked open.A sharp flood of sunlight sliced through the darkness, forcing her to squint. The brightness made it impossible to see clearly who had entered.But from the silhouette cast against the light, she could tell—It was a woman.The woman walked in slowly and stopped beside her. As she stepped further inside and bloc

“Come on, Dad. It’s late. You need to rest. Let me help you to your room,” Lily said as she helped her father stand up from Ivy’s bed.With her hand behind him for support, she guided him to the door and closed it as they left the room.She then helped him to his room. When they entered, she helped her father sit on the bed.“Dad, let me get you some water,” she said.“Don’t worry, dear. I will call one of the maids to get it for me.”“It’s fine, Dad. You don’t need to disturb the maids when I can bring the water for you. Remember I used to bring you your bedtime water every day when Mom was alive. Even after Mom died, I never stopped. And you know who stopped me from bringing you your bedtime water,” Lily said with a sad expression on her face.“Come on, sweetheart. You know Vivian didn’t mean that, right?” her father asked.“Of course, Dad. You will always take her side,” Lily said in a low tone so that her father would not hear.“Sweetheart, you’re not saying anything. Don’t be mad

ST. Louis Catholic ChurchOutside the church, many news reporters were gathered, ready to capture the beautiful moments of the wedding.The church was beautifully designed and decorated. Everyone who entered the church premises was dressed in designer clothes.Cars were parked in and around the church grounds, and they were not ordinary cars. Expensive vehicles of different models filled the area—SUVs, Porsche, Ferrari, G-Wagons, and Bentleys.It was a simple indication that those invited to the wedding were the country’s wealthiest men and women.Outside the church, Mr. Jones was standing and chatting with one of the guests when he saw Mr. Morel and his family approaching.Excusing himself, he walked toward them.“Mr. Morel,” he said the moment he reached them, stretching out his hand to greet him.“Mr. Jones,” Mr. Morel replied, shaking his hand.“I want to use this opportunity to apologize for what my younger son did to your daughter. I am sorry for my daughter’s bad behavior.”“It