Ten Years Dead — My Sister Had 99 Babies

They were only waiting for the moment to tear her down to bare bone.

My parents, who had always cherished my sister like the apple of their eye, finally exploded.

“Are you insane, Adrian Lancaster? Isabella is your wife—she has your ninety-nine children in her belly!”

Adrian’s gaze was cold as he wiped the blood from his blade.

Then he slashed the tip of the knife straight toward the rope.

“Tell me! Where is Evelyn’s body?”

“Where did you hide her? For ten years I’ve searched every inch of the Atlantic seabed, yet I still can’t find her…”

My father froze, then sneered.

“So it’s all been an act?”

“Isabella looks exactly like her—how did you find out?”

A flash of pain crossed Adrian’s eyes.

As he spoke, my mind was pulled back to ten years ago.

On our wedding night, I, along with more than a hundred crew members, sank to the ocean floor.

But my resentment was too deep; I refused to reincarnate.

Lingering in the human world, I used the last of my strength to find Adrian’s bridal chamber.

And there I saw my sister, blushing, sitting on the bed I had chosen,

trying on the lingerie I had picked out.

When Adrian saw her, his breath quickened instantly.

But when he loosened her robe and revealed pale skin, his hands suddenly stilled.

He simply pressed down on her shoulders and said gently,

“You’re too tired today. Let’s rest. I have an urgent meeting at the company—don’t wait up.”

That first night, they never consummated the marriage.

But on the tenth night, my sister brought a powerful aphrodisiac.

Adrian called my name as he pressed close to her, his breath hot.

That was the moment I gave up completely.

My obsession turned to ashes, and I was forever trapped aboard the cruise ship, reliving the moments before my death.

And now, Adrian said with open disgust, “From the wedding night, I knew the bride wasn’t her.”

“You are Evelyn’s parents, yet you never cared enough to know there’s a red birthmark on her chest.”

“After realizing you’d swapped them, I planned to search for Evelyn in secret. But what I found was news of her death. From that day, my heart and my body were no longer alive.”

“I swore that if I ever found her, I would die with her. But all these years, no matter what I tried, I couldn’t even obtain her DNA!”

At first, Adrian thought Isabella had married in her sister’s place for the Lancaster family’s wealth and power.

But later, when he salvaged the wreckage of the Princess Mary from the Atlantic,

he discovered something—

The official secret report at the time claimed 108 deaths in the sinking,

but the wreck contained only 107 skeletons.

It was as if someone had deliberately erased every trace of my existence and death,

determined to scatter my soul so I could never rest.

My father had regained his composure and snorted.

“I guessed from the start that the sudden recovery of the Princess Mary meant trouble. Today, we played along and lured you out.”

“Adrian Lancaster, you’re still too young. No matter how rich the Lancaster family is, if you’ve killed, you can’t escape the law. You won’t get away today!”

Adrian’s lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile.

“If the Lancaster family’s power isn’t enough, how about the United States underworld?”

“Mr. Moore, you must have forgotten—this is international waters. Kill you here, and there’s no sound, no trace. With my skill, no one will ever know.”

At his words, hidden mercenaries stepped out, blocking every exit.

“Today, you all die here—to be buried with her.”

The man, clad in a white suit soaked with blood, lounged against the window.

“From now on, the longer you stay silent, the longer Isabella stays in the sea.”

The rope snapped.

The seawater turned red in an instant,

sharks rolling and thrashing as they tore into Isabella Moore’s flesh.

As her screams grew weaker and weaker,

my parents collapsed to the floor, their strength drained.