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“We’re glad you’re here. We’ve been expecting you. The family to receive the official death notice is over there.” He points, and I follow his hand and see them. They were a small group, huddled together on the chairs in the waiting area. Their faces were buried in trembling hands with their shoulders shaking. They’re already sobbing. Whoever’s name is on that paper meant the world to them. I glance down at the notice and read it silently: Celine Cruger. When I look back at the family, my heart aches. “Death,” I murmur with a low and bitter voice, “always arrives like it’s been patiently waiting outside the door… then walks in without knocking.”

The cellar was sound proof. I wanted to be with my family but the emotional pain had numbed my system. So by the time they were done slaughtering my family I felt like a living corpse. My family was taken from me in the worst way possible. A mufti died the death of a coward, helplessly. Unable to protect his family. I fainted in the cellar and the next time I came to, I was in Abu Dhul Qarnain’s embrace. I.... I... I missed my family’s funeral. I missed the chance to say goodbye.... PRESENT.

“Not just rich, Mya. You’re part of us. Money’s only part of it. What matters is you’re family.” Her breath hitched. Family. The word glowed brighter than the word billionaire ever could. Still, the enormity of it staggered her. She shook her head slowly, trying to reconcile the woman who had pawed through classifieds that morning with the woman they described now. It felt like two lives colliding, one cracking open to make room for the other. Alexander reached across the table, his hand warm as it covered hers. “You’ve carried the weight of survival for too long. Let us carry it with you now.”

*********** Across the room, Morris watched the scene unfold. "Widow doesn't seem very broken up," Chen said quietly. Morris didn't respond immediately, he was busy studying Juliana's controlled and measured posture. "People grieve differently," Morris said after a moment. Chen snorted faintly. "Sure." Morris kept watching the front. "Let me guess. The rich, powerful family with internal tension and a dead patriarch." "Yeah." Morris finally finished the thought. "That's usually where the truth starts." ********** The family gathered near the grave at the burial site as the coffin was lowered.

She's never coming back! Daniel sprawled across the back seat, bawling his eyes out. He didn't stop until they reached the police station. "Ed, I won't let Helen die for nothing. I will get justice for her." Uncle Ed gazed at him intensely for a moment but said nothing more. He only let out a heavy sigh and brought Daniel to identify my remains. The moment Daniel laid eyes on my corpse, he broke down in tears again. He pointed at the jagged cracks on my skull in disbelief, his voice trembling. "Did she do this to herself? How much pain was she in? And I didn't know any of it. I'm the one who killed her. I don't deserve to call myself her uncle!"

He fiercely remembered that I was the treasured child born at the cost of his mate's life. At his mate's cold, still bedside, he had held her cooling hand and vowed to treat me well for the rest of his life, to make up for the maternal love I had lost. But why... why did I have to die such a terrible death? Die within the coldness and misunderstanding built by my own family? Dad had always thought it was just teenage rebellion, that I was spoiled and willful. If he was just stricter with me, I would eventually come to her senses and get better.

So, he was not anxious. He was even laughing smugly that I was an idiot. I felt that my feelings were wasted on him. I almost thought about going in and asking for an explanation. The next second, I heard my mother-in-law, Mary Smith, say, “It’s good that she’s dead. Her money will be ours!” Jared agreed. “Penny didn’t like her. It’s good that she died. Now you can marry Penny.” It turned out that Mary had wanted me dead for a long time and intended to use my money to get a new daughter-in-law.

“A family that should have become extinct.” *

My heart hammered against my ribs. Breathe. Just breathe. But it was painful trying to breathe, especially with all the memories now filling my head. My sister’s laughter. Mama’s smile. Nothing might have changed, but I’d never see my mother again. I’d never see any of my family again, or hear Father’s stern voice…or Janey’s laughter. She would have been seventeen this year. They killed my family like cattle. Slaughtered them in their own home and didn’t even have the decency to make it quick. My father died trying to protect my sister. My mother died reaching for something—probably me. Probably hoping I was somewhere close enough to save.

“Aunt Fiona ran away from home because of your attitude. The Fritzgerald family is just a gilded cage. Look at your grandchildren and children. All of them are only pretending to be nice to each other because of our money and business. You might be rich, but you’ll never be able to understand the warmth of familial love. Don’t you think your life is just sad?” “Is that so? You’re in no place to start teaching me how to live. As for familial love? Look at what happened to Fiona. She was killed in a car crash, and she couldn’t even protect her own daughter. That daughter of hers might even be dead already. Is that the familial love you want? Also, you only have everything you have right now be