Part 2The Ghost of Her Revenge

My dad walked with authority, his voice commanding: "What's all the noise?"

The maids trembled, pointing at the gate.

My dad took one look, and his face changed drastically.

My mom and brother appeared too, their pupils flashing with shock and panic.

But their first reaction wasn't to rush over and take me down. Instead, they retreated several steps.

Fear far outweighed care.

I sneered continuously. If it were the adopted daughter, Sarah, hanging there, even if the body was rotting, the family would rush over without hesitation.

Just then, Sarah walked down yawning, pouting and mumbling: "Mom, Dad, Lucas, what's going on? It's not even light yet."

My brother, Lucas, quickly covered her eyes: "Be good, go back to sleep, it's nothing."

But Sarah was willful. She pried Lucas's hand away: "What happened?"

Then, she froze, having seen my swaying corpse.

She screamed and hid behind Lucas.

Lucas hugged her concernedly, comforting her repeatedly: "Don't be scared, don't be scared. It's that psycho Bella. Hanging herself in the middle of the night, what bad luck!"

My mom also patted Sarah's back: "Good girl, go upstairs with your brother. We'll handle it."

Sarah hummed in agreement, tears in her eyes as she went upstairs.

But I clearly saw the hidden delight in the corner of her eyes.

No matter how scared she was, seeing me dead made her happy.

The comments exploded.

"What a messed up family! Their biological daughter hanged herself and they are indifferent?"

"Fck, I really want to hack Sarah to death!"*

"Hehe, expected this. The female lead died for nothing. Told you not to play the 'death makes them love me' game!"

"If they didn't love you when you were alive, why would they love you when you're dead? Too naive."

The comments were somewhat pitiful towards me.

Little did they know, I wasn't sad at all. From the moment I put on the red dress and hanged myself, this wasn't some bullsh*t tragedy about gaining love through death!