My Revenge Begins After My Death

Three hours after my death, the banquet reached its climax because Calvin came on stage.

My soul involuntarily drifted toward him... Just as every time I saw him back when I was alive, my body was more honest than my heart.

He wore a dark grey suit today. The silver cufflinks were the present I gave him for his 28th birthday. At the time, he had said, "Charlotte, it's like you're by my side every time I wear them."

I was by his side now, but he could not see me.

Calvin's voice came through the microphone. "Today, I have something to announce."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue before finally settling on Susan.

My heart—if a soul still had a heart—sank for a moment.

Calvin took a deep breath. "I've decided to officially transfer the operation rights of the Simmon family's three casinos in the west district to Susan Bruno."

Applause rang out again.

Susan covered her mouth with her eyes wide open, looking extremely flattered. However, I saw smugness in her eyes... The kind of smugness that came from winning.

The casinos in the west district were the business I spent two years building from near bankruptcy to being the most profitable. I had spent countless sleepless nights in those casinos—designing security systems, training dealers, cultivating political and business connections—all to help Calvin.

Now, they had become Susan's birthday present.

Calvin walked up to Susan and placed a bunch of keys in her palm. "Susan, I believe you can do even better."

Susan threw herself into his arms. "Thank you, Calvin! I promise I won't let you down!"

She buried her face in his chest, and her gaze seemed to sweep over where I was floating when she looked up.

Of course, she could not see me. However, she knew I would be heartbroken. She always knew, but she did not know that I no longer cared.

The dead did not feel pain. They only sought revenge.

...

As the new casino owner, Susan chatted confidently with the people who gathered around her. Suddenly, her face paled as she covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom.

Everyone was stunned.

A few minutes later, Barry helped her out. She was pale, and her eyes were red.

"What's wrong?" Calvin asked with concern.

Susan shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "N-Nothing… It's just a birthday present Charlotte gave me..."

"What did Charlotte give you?" He frowned.

Susan's hands trembled as she took a small box from her purse... It was the bracelet I bought for her last month.

She opened it, but it was not the bracelet inside. It was a small packet of white powder and a note: [Susan, try this. I guarantee you'll be the center of attention at the party. —Love, Charlotte.]

The entire audience erupted in an uproar.

My soul trembled.

It was my handwriting, but I did not write the note.

Susan had spent three years practicing imitating my handwriting. I knew because I had seen her discarded practice papers, but I said nothing because no one would believe me anyway.

The gift I bought her was a bracelet, which I had wrapped myself and placed on her bedside table.

She changed it.

Barry picked up the packet of powder and smelled it, only for his expression to change drastically. "This is Heavenly Powder."

It was a new type of drug.

"No way!" Calvin snatched it away. "Charlotte wouldn't touch this!"

My stepmother said coldly, "But the evidence is here. I knew Charlotte was always jealous of Susan. I just didn't expect her to use such despicable means."

"Mom, stop. Charlotte probably didn't do it on purpose. She might have just had a momentary lapse of judgment..." Susan sobbed while looking at Calvin.

However, Calvin just stared at the note, his eyes filled with complex emotions. What was he thinking?

I floated to his side and whispered, "Calvin, you recognize my writing, right?"

"We in the mafia can deal drugs, but we can never give drugs to our own family. Anyone who does that deserves to die," someone said.

Barry said sternly, "This matter is still undetermined. This is a matter for the Bruno family, so please be careful of what you say."

He looked at Calvin. "What do you think?"

Calvin remained silent for a long time. It was so long that Susan's tears had almost dried. Finally, he said, "Find Charlotte and ask her."

Ask me?

He said they should ask me first instead of capturing me.

A sad surge of warmth welled up inside me... He was still willing to give me a chance to explain, though that chance was no longer important.