I Died So You Could Suffer
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That night, I was dragged into a parking lot and beaten until my hands could never hold a scalpel again.
I thought it was random. Until I heard my own brother and fiancé talking—
"Those thugs went too far, but the result works out, doesn't it? This time, the award will go to Charlotte."
Charlotte. The "poor orphan" my family adopted.
For twelve years, she stole my papers, my opportunities, my glory. And the two men I trusted most handed her everything on a silver platter.
They called me spoiled. Selfish. Difficult.
They even believed I started the fire that killed our parents twelve years ago.
But here's the truth: Charlotte started that fire. I was the one who dragged them out.
They thanked the wrong sister. For twelve years.
Now they want me dead.
Fine. Let Penelope Ashworth die.
I thought it was random. Until I heard my own brother and fiancé talking—
"Those thugs went too far, but the result works out, doesn't it? This time, the award will go to Charlotte."
Charlotte. The "poor orphan" my family adopted.
For twelve years, she stole my papers, my opportunities, my glory. And the two men I trusted most handed her everything on a silver platter.
They called me spoiled. Selfish. Difficult.
They even believed I started the fire that killed our parents twelve years ago.
But here's the truth: Charlotte started that fire. I was the one who dragged them out.
They thanked the wrong sister. For twelve years.
Now they want me dead.
Fine. Let Penelope Ashworth die.















































