All Chapters of Their Fake Death Was The Start Of My Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Think this through carefully. Once the contract is signed, we aren't responsible for any complications that might arise."That was the heads-up the pharmaceutical company gave me before the clinical trial.The representative stressed it again and again. The contract we signed was legally binding.After taking the dose, I'd be observed for five hours. If I walked out fine, they were clear of any liability for whatever happened to me afterward—even death.At the time, all I could think about was giving my older sister, Priscilla Lennox, a decent New Year, so I signed my name without a second thought.But now…I looked down at the wad of cash in my hand, a wave of bitter irony washing over me.I raised my hand and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with my sleeve, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.As soon as Priscilla realized I was back, she hurriedly ended the call. When she turned around, her eyes immediately landed on the blood staining my shirt."What h

"Exactly. Only by suffering out there will Perry finally realize that money doesn't grow on trees," Priscilla said, her voice flat, as if she were discussing the most ordinary thing in the world."And as a thank you," she continued, "I'll look after your family's business interests. But we can't let Perry find out yet. Once my parents are back from abroad after the New Year, I'll fill them in."Her words hit me like a punch. My breath hitched, and my heart nearly stopped.A waitress came by to take my order, but I didn't dare make a sound. I just pointed randomly at the menu, my hand trembling, and gestured for her to leave quickly before Priscilla noticed me.Matthew's voice was dripping with artificial sweetness. "Priscilla, isn't it exhausting? Telling Perry you're off doing haunted-house sleep tests when you're actually just taking the long way home every night? Why didn't you just go abroad with your parents in the first place?" he asked.Another wave of shock crashed over me

My parents didn't waste any time. They were back at the house early the following morning.Priscilla was in a foul mood after getting an earful from them, and she'd taken it out on me by forcing me to stay awake and sit on the couch all night.Between the sleep deprivation and the gnawing pain in my stomach, I was drenched in a cold sweat, feeling like a hollowed-out shell of a person.But when my parents walked through the door, I bolted upright instinctively.In my mind, they had been dead for five years. Seeing them home in the flesh, perfectly fine, felt like a surreal fever dream."Perry, do you realize what you did wrong yet?"Dad's cold, clipped question snapped me back to reality.I froze in place, my voice catching in a raspy whisper. "What exactly did I do wrong?"Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come

Guilt welled up in Priscilla's eyes. "Perry, please… Don't be mad at us anymore. We were wrong. We're going to make it right."Her voice softened. "From now on, you can spend whatever you want. We won't say a single word about it.""That's right!" Mom chimed in. "Everything you ever wanted, we'll get it for you right now!"As if struck by a sudden thought, Mom grabbed Dad and pulled him out of the hospital room without giving him a chance to object.Priscilla sat by my bedside, her gaze lingering on my pale face. "Perry, I know you've felt mistreated. From now on, Mom, Dad, and I won't be so set in our ways," she said, looking heartbroken. "And don't worry about your illness," she added quickly. "Money is no object. I'll find the best specialists and the most advanced treatments available.""Where was this energy before?" I scoffed, giving her an indifferent smile. "You only care now because I've gotten sick. What if I hadn't?"I looked her dead in the eye. "How much longer wer

I went home.After that simple act of revenge against Matthew, I didn't feel the rush of satisfaction I'd expected. Instead, a hollow emptiness washed over me.It was as if I'd suddenly realized that everything I'd done was meaningless. It could never make up for the hell I'd been through.If anything, it served as a bitter reminder of just how miserable my life had been over the last five years.I went quiet. I became withdrawn. I stopped wanting to talk.Sometimes I'd stare out the window for hours, and other times I'd scroll through videos of myself playing a corpse.It was truly heartbreaking to watch.There was one scene, filmed during a hailstorm, where I lay on the ground in nothing but a thin shirt.The actors trampled all over me as they sprinted past. That pain had felt even more unbearable than the blood-borne infection currently eating away at me.I could still remember the jagged rock pressing into my back, but I hadn't dared to say a word.If Gilbert got annoyed