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When Taylor called the second time, my family was filming the finale of a prank documentary.Solana sat in the center of the frame with tears in her eyes. “I’ve known ever since I was a kid that Sofia doesn’t really like me. She’s just competing with me.“When I got first place, she stayed up all night doing practice tests. When I liked a dress, she’d buy up every color. Even when it came to marriage, she had to marry my husband’s brother.”She lowered her head, and her tears fell onto the back of her hand with perfect timing. “It’s not that I hate her. I just want something that’s mine, even just a little bit...”Alden, who was off camera, frowned.He knew about everything Solana mentioned. But he had no idea that the year Solana ranked first, I had written in my diary about how amazing Solana was and how I had to work hard too so I would not let her down.When the dress Solana liked went out of production, I asked someone to buy every color for her. I was afraid that she would

On the first day after my death, Alden had his lawyer prepare the divorce papers.He signed his name at the end and sent me a picture of it. [I’m giving you one last chance. Come back and apologize to Solana, and I won’t make it official.]The message did not go through. He assumed I had blocked him and smashed his phone in a rage.“She’s really getting out of hand these days!”My mother, meanwhile, converted my room into a walk-in closet. She bagged up all the strawberry ornaments I had collected. She planned to throw them out in front of me once I came home.“We need to break her out of this habit for good. From now on, she doesn’t get to touch anything Solana likes.”Solana tried on one of my white dresses and looked at my mother in the mirror. “This is what Sofia wore on her wedding anniversary.”My mother adjusted the hem for her. “It looks better on you.”Solana was silent for a moment and did not take it off. She only said softly, “If she sees this, is she going to go

My funeral was set for three days later. My mother insisted on not using Solana’s previous funeral hall.“That one is fake. It’s bad luck.”When she said this, no one responded. Solana’s fake funeral had been a grand affair. Flowers covered the entire corridor. Everyone who mattered had shown up.When it came to me, however, my father wanted to keep things low-key.It was not because he did not love me. It was because he was embarrassed. His eldest daughter faked her death to force his younger daughter to change. But the youngest daughter actually followed and jumped into the river.If word got out, the Darnell family would become the laughingstock of the whole city. My father ordered a media blackout. He also demanded that the hospital list the cause of death as accidental drowning.Jonathan said to him coldly, “Mr. Darnell, this is a homicide investigation, not a PR statement for your company.”My father said through gritted teeth, “There’s no evidence this was a homic

My father was the first to crack.The Darnell Group was already strapped for cash. He had been counting on getting my shares back to shore up the board. Instead, the shares went into the charitable fund, and the fund teamed up with minority shareholders to demand his removal.On the day of the meeting, my father slammed the table and yelled, “I founded the Darnell Group! Who are you to kick me out?”A board member, Noah Kennedy, slid a stack of documents across the table. “Mr. Darnell, over the past few years, our three most profitable projects were all closed by Ms. Darnell. After she died, every single partner walked. “Nobody here is kicking you out. The truth is, you haven’t been able to run this company without her for a long time.”When my father was escorted out of the building by security, the entrance was packed with reporters. Someone chased after him and asked, “Mr. Darnell, do you regret hanging up on the hospital?”He shielded his face and did not dare say a wo