My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 69

Now that I'm dead, they've gone back to being a happy family again.

But it seems even perfect families need someone to play the villain. Emily didn't seem as cheerful as she should have been.

"This is the most important day of my life. What kind of grudge did my sister hold that she had to ruin my wedding?" she said, pouting.

Hearing her words, I almost believed that even as a ghost, I could go blind.

My brother had bought a private island for Emily and Matthew's wedding, spending billions on decorations and flying in guests.

The whole affair had cost more money than most people would see in a lifetime—an extravagant event by any standard.

But for Emily, it wasn't enough. It wasn't the perfect wedding.

Why?

Was it because she didn't have my misery and humiliation to highlight her joy?

My brother tried calling me again, but when there was still no answer, he left a threatening voicemail:

"Sophia! I'm warning you—if you don't come home today, then this house will no longer be yours!"

How laughable!

This house had never been mine.

On the day I was brought home, my parents set up a room for me, all pink and pretty.

But I never spent a single night in it.

Emily needed more space for her wardrobe, so she took over my room.

My parents didn't think much of it, casually moving my things into the "guest room."

It was a bad habit I had let him develop after our parents passed away.

Ryan had never had to lift a finger, even during the toughest times in the family. I had always been there to take care of him.

But now I was dead. There was no one left to cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night.

The silence in the living room dragged on before he finally came to his senses. Slowly, he sat up from the couch, rubbing his temples and clutching his stomach, wincing from the pain.

Today had been Emily's wedding, and he'd had to drink a lot for her sake, standing in for most of her toasts. He hadn't eaten much at the reception either.

His old stomach ulcer, which had developed during years of business dinners, was acting up again, and he was covered in sweat from the pain.

With no one at home, the fridge had been emptied before Emily's wedding, so there was nothing for him to eat.

Frustrated, he slammed the fridge door shut and called for delivery.