All Chapters of Mom Killed Me for My Sister, Then My Corpse Drove Them Mad: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I could only watch as they dumped my body into the basement.The bodyguards shut and locked the heavy iron door behind them.The basement fell silent.I hovered above my body and reached for my pale face.My hand passed straight through it.I froze and stared at my translucent hands.So it was true. I was dead.I had died on Christmas night, a night when families were supposed to be together.I had died right in front of the people I loved most.Grief swallowed me whole, but I no longer had tears to cry.An invisible force pulled me upstairs.Warm light filled the living room, where my family sat together on the couch, safe and comfortable.The coffee table was covered with delicious cakes and fruit.Edward knelt beside Lillian with a first-aid kit, carefully bandaging the tiny scratch on her wrist. It hadn't even bled."Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."Lillian bit her lower lip and shook her head, her eyes red."It doesn't hurt. It's just... why would Chloe do this to me? If I left, wo

Amy pounded on the heavy steel door."Miss Hart, Mrs. Hart wants to know if you've admitted you were wrong. If you have, say something."Silence.Amy waited for a moment before losing her patience."Why are you playing dead? Do you really think you're still some pampered heiress? If you're determined to be stubborn, then you can starve in there!"She didn't even bother opening the door. Instead, she turned around and returned to the living room."Mrs. Hart, Miss Hart is as stubborn as ever. She refuses to answer. She'll never admit she was wrong."Katherine scoffed and took a sip of tea. "Then leave her there. We'll see how long she can keep this up. No food, no water. Let's see how many days she can last."Days passed, and the air in the basement grew stale and foul.My body began to rot, filling the room with a horrible smell.Even in the winter cold, the sealed basement accelerated the decay.I looked down at the body that had once been mine. It was barely recognizable now, but I fe

The police and medical examiner soon sealed off the mansion.What had begun as a warm family Christmas was now a nightmare.Arthur sat slumped on the couch, his head in his hands, unable to speak.Katherine had been sedated and was asleep upstairs.Edward stood frozen in the corner, watching investigators zip my body into a body bag.The medical examiner approached the lead officer and removed his mask."She had a severe fracture in her neck. That injury killed her. I estimate she died about five days ago, on Christmas night. She also shows signs of long-term malnutrition and several old bruises."The officer frowned at Arthur."You locked your daughter in the basement for five days, and not one of you noticed she was dead? How did she break her neck?"Arthur turned pale and began trembling.He stammered as he tried to defend himself. "S-she fell down the stairs on her own. We thought she was sulking and pretending to be dead, so we locked her in the basement to teach her a lesson. We

The scandal quickly took over the news."Parents Abuse Daughter to Death as Sister Fakes Illness and Drains Her Blood."Every headline pushed Hart Group closer to ruin.The company's stock plunged day after day until no one would lend it money.Within three days, Hart Group filed for bankruptcy.My funeral was small, with only a handful of people showing up.The chapel was tucked away in a quiet corner of the funeral home.Arthur seemed to age ten years overnight, his hair completely white.He sat hunched over before my memorial portrait, staring blankly at it."Chloe, I was wrong. I never should have believed that monster. I never should have treated you that way." He slapped himself again and again as he spoke.He hit himself so hard that his face quickly began to swell.A caregiver wheeled Katherine into the chapel.The shock had completely broken her. She had lost her mind.She clutched an old sweater I had worn as a child and hummed an off-key nursery rhyme."Be good, Chloe. Mommy

One year later, on Christmas night, I drifted above the cemetery and watched Edward come stumbling toward my grave.He was little more than skin and bone. His clothes were torn and filthy, and he smelled awful.He clutched the cufflinks and the diamond bracelet in one hand.Edward reached my headstone and fell to his knees.He wiped the dust from the stone with slow, careful strokes."Merry Christmas, Chloe. I've come to spend Christmas with you again."He pulled a crushed cake from inside his coat and carefully set it in front of the headstone."I'm sorry. I couldn't afford a good cake. I found this on the street today. It's sweet. Will you try some?"He kept talking as tears fell onto the stone.Without warning, he pulled out a rusty dagger.Then he drove it into his thigh."Chloe, this is the first wound I owe you. When I kicked you, it must have hurt so much."He yanked the dagger free and drove it into his arm."This is the second, for being too blind to see that monster for what