The Charity Billionaires Let Me Die My Sister’s Secret

To get revenge on my billionaire parents, a killer announced he would dismember their daughter.

Mom and Dad took every bodyguard and housekeeper to protect their adopted daughter, leaving me—paralyzed from the waist down—completely alone.

The killer hacked off my hands and feet. As I lay dying, he dialed my father's number for me.

He said if they came for me, he'd let me live.

The line was noisy. A bodyguard picked up.

"Your parents are busy! Adela said she's scared, so they brought everyone they could. They're all with her right now. Did you need something?"

My throat tightened. "I've been taken by the killer. I'm in Southside. Can you come save me?"

He hesitated.

"But your dad already warned us—he said you'd fake an emergency to get attention."

"He's had people hang up on over a dozen of your calls today. Haven't you learned your lesson?"

Only then did I understand. Every desperate attempt I'd made to survive—my own parents had crushed them, one by one.

Dad took the phone. His voice was impatient.

"Whatever stunt you're pulling today, we're not indulging you!"

"People will say your mother and I play favorites—that we treat our adopted daughter differently!"

"Do you want to destroy our reputation as philanthropists?!"

"Besides, Adela is so timid. How could we leave her home alone?!"

The line went dead.

The killer carved me into pieces and dumped me in a septic tank.

A month later, my parents held a press conference celebrating that their adopted daughter was safe and sound.

That same day, a grotesquely disfigured female corpse was discovered in a septic tank on the outskirts of the city.

1.

When Mom and Dad were about to leave after Adela Fox's phone call, I stopped them.

"The killer's target is me, not Adela."

"You're going to protect her? Have you even considered my safety?!"

Mom pushed me away, disappointment on her face.

"Adela may be adopted, but who knows if that man might hurt her too?"

"Your father and I have been named Philanthropists of the Year for ten years running!"

"If we stay behind to protect our biological daughter, people will say we treat our adopted daughter differently! Do you want to ruin our reputation?!"

I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"The killer is Adela's biological father! What could possibly happen to her?!"

"You'd choose to protect her for the sake of your image and leave your own daughter to die? How much more shameless can you get?!"

A vicious slap knocked me to the ground.

Dad pointed at me, eyes blazing.

"You've really lost your mind—"

Mom's face darkened. She grabbed his arm.

"Gertrude Fox, we've kept our relationship with you hidden from the public for years. Adela is the one who attends events with us. Everyone knows her—she's obviously the target this time."

"Besides, the Philanthropist of the Year nominations are coming up. If something happens to your sister now, your father and I are finished! Can't you think about us for once?"

I laughed bitterly and pointed at my useless legs splayed on the floor.

"Think about you?"

"I already lost my legs and my future because of you. Isn't that enough?"

A flicker of guilt crossed their faces.

Five years ago, a family member of one of the victims killed by Adela Fox's biological father came looking for revenge.

He kidnapped both me and Adela.

Then he grabbed the explosives strapped to his chest and screamed at my parents—demanding to know which of us was the killer's daughter.

He wanted to blow her up to avenge his family.