Chapter 94 : What’s… Going On Here?
"Dear readers, thank you for following me through my last book. I’m excited to let you know that what follows is the beginning of a brand-new story titled "Reborn as the Daughter of My Killers." Although this is a new book, I’ve chosen to continue it here so the journey feels seamless and the word count grows together. I hope you enjoy diving into this fresh chapter of drama, conflict, and family intrigue!"
TITLE: REBORN AS THE DAUGHTER OF MY KILLERS
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“You’ll never be successful if you continue down this path.”
Her voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. The words hung heavy in the lavish cabin of the yacht, echoing against polished mahogany walls and the faint hum of the river outside. My mother’s eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto mine with a scorn that had become all too familiar.
I felt the sting immediately— like a knife pressed into my chest. My breath caught, and I rose from the couch opposite her, the leather creaking beneath me. My throat tightened, tears threatening to spill, but I forced my voice out, trembling yet defiant.
“Why have you never been kind to me? Even now, at my pre-engagement ceremony?”
Her lips curled into a sneer as she stood, her silk gown flowing around her like armor. “Quiet your mouth, fool. Have you forgotten who you’re speaking to?”
My heart pounded, rising and falling with each word. “No, I won’t be silenced this time. I'm telling yoh I’ve noticed Maggie being weirdly close to my man lately, and instead of listening, you're scolding me?"
My voice cracked louder.
"You’ve never treated me equally. Always cursing, always insulting. Why? Why am I never equal to my siblings?”
Her voice thundered, cutting me off. “Because you’re not. You’re not equal with my children.”
The room seemed to tilt. My breath faltered.
“They were born lucky. You, on the other hand, were lucky to be born. A mere product of infidelity. You’re not a true child of mine. You’re the child of a whore— one of my late husband's concubines.”
The words struck me like a physical blow. My jaw dropped, my body frozen in disbelief.
“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
My gaze darted to Matt, my elder brother, lounging casually on the couch. His lips curled into a smile, widening as if savoring my shock.
“You knew?” My voice quavered.
“Yes,” he said coolly, amusement flickering in his eyes. He leaned back, his tone dripping with condescension. “Dad brought you home one night when you were a baby. Your real mother had just died. It turned into a huge fight between Mom and Dad, but after so much persuasion, he managed to convince her to accept you. You should be grateful she raised you.”
Grateful. The word burned.
My mother’s voice lashed out again, venomous. “Yes, bitch, be grateful. Otherwise, you’d have ended up just like your junkie mother— who died alone in a gutter.”
The truth unraveled before me, cruel and merciless.
It all made sense now.
Every insult, slap, cold shoulder all made sense.
My knees weakened, tears spilling freely.
I couldn’t breathe. I need to excuse myself.
Andrew. My fiancé. My only solace. I needed him.
I bolted from the room, my footsteps pounding against the yacht’s polished floors. Down the staircase, my heart raced, desperate for comfort. I pushed open the door to the lower deck cabin.
And froze.
The sight before me was a nightmare. Andrew— my Andrew— was on top of Maggie. My sister. Both naked.
His body moved against hers, their moans filling the room, as he thrusted deep and deeper. Sheets tangled, skin glistening. They didn’t even notice me at first.
My vision blurred. My knees buckled.
“What’s… going on here?” I stammered, clutching the doorframe to keep myself from collapsing.