Chapter 1

My brother, Pierre, hated me since we were kids.

He never let me call him Pierre. He called me a curse, saying I killed his mother.

The day I was murdered, I called him crying:

"Pierre, please save me. I’m so scared."

He didn’t reply until Helena’s birthday party was over:

"I hope you’re actually kidnapped. I hope you die right now."

Then he blocked me.

The killer smiled as he slit my throat. Blood splattered everywhere.

"Turns out you’re just an unwanted brat. I’ll make this quick and painless for you."

Later, I heard that after my death, Pierre—the brother who hated me most—went completely gray overnight.

Pierre once had a perfect, happy family.

A beautiful mother, a successful father, and a wealthy household. Everything was perfect.

Then, Mom got pregnant. She would stroke Pierre’s hair and say:

"Pierre, when you grow up, you must protect Chris."

Little Pierre clenched his fists tightly, taking it very seriously:

"Don't worry, Mom. I’ll love her forever and take good care of Chris!"

Dad smiled, and Mom gently patted his head.

But everything changed the day I was born.