He Was Devastated After My Death.edited
In the fifth year after my suicide, Samuel got himself another woman.
Everyone said that she was somewhat like me, both in personality and appearance.
But I didn’t think so, I wouldn’t tie Samuel’s tie, and I certainly wouldn’t celebrate his birthday.
I only knew how to make his life difficult.
Seeing him be upset, I felt happy.
Chapter 1
Everyone in Lyrendale knew that Samuel hated me.
My mother was a high–end masseuse before moving into the Everett Manor.
His mother, on the other hand, was the daughter of the Hawke Group’s CEO.
He was born into wealth and nobility, completely different from me.
From the moment he laid eyes on me, he gritted his teeth and wanted to destroy me.
I couldn’t care less about adult matters, but I didn’t owe him anything.
In return, I often went out of my way to oppose him.
He was bad with words, unable to retort to me, and bound by gentlemanly etiquette, unable to lay a hand on me.
So, he would simply grit his teeth and storm off.
We continued arguing. My mother and his father passed away.
I lost my last support.
Finally, he tore off his mask. As soon as I irritated him, he locked me in a small dark room.
How could a street kid like me be afraid of the dark?
I would shout insults at him through the door, calling him every name under the sun.
Maybe he really was angry this time. He pinned me to the door and tore my white dress apart.
I struggled to get up from the floor and slapped him hard.
He grabbed my wrist, glaring at me with fury.
“You’re just like your mother, cheap”
I didn’t cry, nor did my face show any emotion. I stood there, looking down at him.
“Samuel, do you think you’re so noble? You’re just a bastard. Bah!”
Samuel wasn’t actually a legitimate child of the Everett family. He was the product of his mother’s affair with another man. He didn’t know how I knew. His anger flared, and he grabbed my neck, his eyes bloodshot.
“If you say another word, I’ll strangle you.”
I could hardly breathe, my face turning red from lack of oxygen.
I wasn’t scared at all. In fact, I almost wished he wouldn’t let go.
12:53 PM
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The veins on my neck stood out, and I smiled, my grin was strange.
“A bastard…”
From behind the door, the sound of things falling and muffled groans echoed. The butler and the servants were used to it, no one paid attention.
When the moon was high in the sky, Samuel finally slammed the door and left.
I licked my lips. There was a strong, metallic taste of blood. It was Samuel’s.
I dragged myself up and barefooted, walked back to my room.
The butler was already waiting by my door. She was in her fifties, looking quite kind, but she was completely loyal to Samuel. Such a waste.
She handed me a pill and some water.
Without even looking at it, I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed it dry.
Her gaze flickered slightly. Holding the water cup, she left.
The next day was the Everett Group’s banquet, and both Samuel and I had to attend.
My body ached all over. I had slept the whole day and still couldn’t get
of bed.
Samuel never knocks. He kicked open my door and leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets.
“If you don’t want me to go after your friends, get downstairs in thirty minutes.”
I threw a pillow at him.
“Get lost.”
He dodged, casting me a cold look. “Twenty–nine minutes left.”
