Part 1The Ghost of Her Revenge

After I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my parents didn't believe me, my brother mocked me, and the adopted daughter was triumphant.

In my despair, I decided to end my life, when comments started floating in the air.

"Here we go again, these female leads in tragedy novels are so sick, fantasizing about punishing their families through death."

"Just die already. Floating around as a soul watching your family regret everything must be so satisfying, right?"

"Wanting to see their family love them after they become a ghost is the most disgusting part of these stories!"

I blinked. Could I become a ghost?

I quickly put on a red dress and embroidered shoes and hanged myself at the front door.

When I opened my eyes again, I was floating in mid-air, radiating a murderous aura, smiling like a demon.

Comments: "Damn, why does my back feel so cold all of a sudden?"

Let it be cold. This is now a vengeful ghost story!

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Looking at my own terrifying appearance in the red dress, I let out a genuine smile.

I actually became a ghost.

So, according to the plot, I should be floating in the air, watching my family regret and weep, beating their chests, while I secretly gloat before reincarnating.

What's the point of that?

I was dying of cancer anyway, but I didn't want to die in vain.

Kidnapped for ten years, suffering untold miseries? Returning home for three years only to receive cold shoulders?

I remember it all!

Looking up at the villa's main gate, my corpse swayed in the darkness before dawn. Red dress, embroidered shoes, disheveled hair, purple face—terrifying.

The first maid to discover me burst into tears on the spot, forgetting all about making breakfast.

Screams tore through the tranquility of the villa. Lights turned on one by one, followed by denser screams.

Finally, my family was awakened, rushing downstairs wrapped in their pajamas.