No Longer Their Daughter
In my last life, I was kidnapped alongside the fake heiress, Lilith Howe, at the same time.
My father, the richest man in the country, claimed he had to prove his impartiality. Without a second thought, he told the police to rescue Lilith first and refused to pay a ransom for me.
In front of the cameras, he declared with solemn conviction, "A daughter of the Howes must have backbone. We will never give in to criminals!"
Lilith returned without a single scratch, and the internet crowned her a miracle girl.
Meanwhile, I was killed by the kidnappers. There was barely anything left of me to bury.
As my soul hovered above the scene, I watched my brother sneer at what little remained.
"Good," he said. "At least she won't come back and be an eyesore to Lilith. We'll finally have some peace in the house."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the kidnappers called with their demands.
On the other end of the line, a knife was pressed against my throat.
On this end, my father's voice was just as cold, just as absolute. "I'm not choosing. My money belongs to charity. If she's a Howe, she should be ready to sacrifice for the family."
I laughed.
If he was willing to destroy his own flesh and blood for the sake of so-called honor, then this time, I would grant them a reunion in hell!