Chapter 83 Isn't It Good to Be Alive? Why Seek Death
Rachel knew the underground wine cellar in the Martinez Mansion had a hidden passage leading straight to the back gate. It was originally built to transport wine without hassle.
In other words, after she killed Amelia, she could sneak her body out through this passage without anyone noticing, especially at this hour.
Come morning, when they found the cellar door open and Amelia missing, everyone would just assume she ran out through the passage.
If Amelia was wandering around alone at night, anything could happen to her.
After all, dead people don’t come back to tell their side of the story.
Rachel thought her plan was foolproof. She almost wanted to give herself a pat on the back.
With a cold, confident smile, Rachel bent down and pressed the towel over Amelia's nose and mouth.
After a few seconds, Amelia, unconscious, started to convulse from the lack of air.
Rachel pressed harder, determined to suffocate her. Only when Amelia’s body stopped moving did Rachel take a deep breath and check her breathing.
No breath!
Amelia was dead!
The Amelia she despised was finally gone!
Rachel’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. It felt like Amelia’s death wiped away all her past grievances and shame, and now, only glory awaited her.
All she had to do was get rid of the body, and it would be over.
Rachel slipped her hands under Amelia’s ribs and dragged her body into the passage with some effort. It took about five minutes to drag her out to the back gate of the Martinez Mansion.
Amelia’s body lay quietly on the lawn, her face pale under the moonlight. Rachel pulled out the burlap sack she had prepared and stuffed Amelia’s entire body into it.
Then she took out her phone, using a disposable SIM card, and sent her location to a “cleaner” she had contacted on the dark web.
[Location: Here. Come quick and take the delivery to the dump.]
The delivery, of course, referred to Amelia.
And the dump meant the mass grave.
A few minutes later, Rachel, hiding in the bushes, saw a short man in a black raincoat and rain boots, wearing a black hat and mask, appear.
His movements were efficient; he tossed the sack containing Amelia onto a truck marked [Trash Collection], then drove off.
As the man and the truck disappeared from view, Rachel let out a long sigh of relief.
It was finally over!
She would go back, destroy the SIM card and the towel, and Amelia would be considered missing.
Even if the police eventually found her body, they wouldn’t trace it back to her.
It was a perfect crime.
No, how could this be a crime? Someone as annoying as Amelia shouldn’t have been allowed to live in this world anyway!
As Rachel returned to her room to clean up, the man in the raincoat drove the truck to the mass grave on the outskirts of town.
He got out, casually tossed the sack onto an overgrown grave, and then left.
Inside the sack, Amelia remained motionless.
Amelia usually kept her soul’s power dormant, only releasing it when necessary. So when Rachel attacked her earlier, she was in a completely human state, which was why she was knocked out.
A human body is fragile, and it takes time to wake up from unconsciousness. Rachel's suffocation had caused Amelia to fall into a deep sleep.
The silent outskirts and the overgrown mass graves were eerie under the moonlight, with the shadows of trees swaying in the wind.
After a while, a cat's meow broke the silence.
A pitch-black cat, Shadow, appeared suddenly, its fur slightly bristled, and its emerald green eyes sharp.
It jumped next to the sack, its claws suddenly becoming razor-sharp.
In seconds, it had torn a large hole in the sack, revealing Amelia’s pale, lifeless face.
Shadow’s pupils narrowed slightly, and then something extraordinary happened.
Under the moonlight, Shadow curled up and, within seconds, transformed into a naked young man.
Shadow’s long hair reached his waist, his emerald green eyes gleaming like glass in the night, and his face was extraordinarily beautiful.
Though he had taken human form, his behavior remained cat-like.
Shadow lay beside Amelia, rubbing his head against her face. Then he raised his head and bit down on her shoulder with his sharp little fangs.
It seemed like he was transferring some kind of power, or perhaps using the pain to wake her up.
After about ten seconds, Shadow seemed to have exhausted his limited strength, his breathing becoming unsteady. Soon, he transformed back into a cat and lazily curled up beside Amelia.
But soon, Amelia’s eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.
“Shadow?” Amelia took a deep breath, sat up, and held the listless Shadow in her arms. “You saved me?”
Her memory was still stuck on the moment Rachel had hit her on the head with a rock.
Limited by her human body, when this body was severely injured, she would lose consciousness.
But she had vaguely heard Rachel’s voice while unconscious, and the stifling sensation of being suffocated by a towel still lingered.
Rachel had knocked her out, suffocated her into a state of pseudo-death, and brought her to this place.
Amelia looked around at the countless desolate graves, her gaze turning icy cold.
Rachel.
What a Rachel.
Her audacity and ruthlessness were beyond imagination.
The Shadow in her arms looked exhausted, too tired to even make a sound.
Amelia took a deep breath and gently rubbed Shadow’s drooping head.
Ten years ago, when she had first been reborn in Rosie’s body, she had encountered a weak, dying kitten in an alley. She had knelt down and given half of her soul’s power to the kitten, saving it.
And now, it must have been Shadow who had transferred his soul’s power to her by biting her shoulder, bringing her back to life.
Amelia stood up, holding Shadow, her expression colder than ever.
1 a.m., Rachel’s room.
Even though she had a piano competition the next day and needed to maintain her best appearance for the cameras, the thought of standing on the winner’s podium and receiving applause and admiration made Rachel too excited to sleep.
But suddenly, she heard a noise at her door.
“Wha…”
Before she could finish saying “Who’s there,” she felt a cold grip on her throat.
In the pitch-black darkness, a cold hand appeared by her bed and grabbed her neck, making her eyes widen in terror.
Instinctively, Rachel struggled wildly, but the grip on her throat tightened, as if it intended to strangle her. She couldn’t even make a sound.
The grip tightened even more!
She couldn’t breathe!
All she heard was a cold, merciless voice in her ear, the breath of death chilling her to the bone.
“Isn’t living good enough for you? Why seek death?”