When Charity Turns Deadly

Shu Yu

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The last thing I saw was the Chicago skyline rushing up to meet me. Then, merciful darkness. Now, blinding sunlight streamed through a window, hitting my face as I lay in my university dorm room. My head throbbed with a pain far deeper than a physical fall. It was the brutal, horrifying memory of my parents, David and Susan Miller. Their kind faces, now hauntingly overlaid with images of their blood on the polished floors of our beautiful Chicago home. They were murdered. And the architect of that devastation? Brittany Evans, the very scholarship student my generous parents had taken under their wing, hailed as their "charity case." Her smile, so sickeningly sweet and fake, her boyfriend Spike's cruel, calculating eyes, haunted my every waking thought. She had meticulously orchestrated their downfall: the forged will, the baseless accusations leveled against me. I endured the looks of disgust, the complete abandonment from everyone I had ever known. The crushing despair consumed me, pushing me to the desperate, final leap. How could such an act of profound kindness be repaid with such heinous betrayal and wanton violence? How could I have been utterly blind, so incredibly naive, to allow my entire family, my entire life, to be so mercilessly dismantled, ending in that horrific, unjust way for all of us? The injustice burned. But then, I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. My hands flew to my throat, my chest. I was whole. Alive. It was the first week of freshman year. Again. I had been granted a second chance, and this time, a cold, unyielding rage, something I' d never felt in my first, naive life, settled deep in my bones. Brittany Evans would not win.

Crime Family Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn

Chapter 10

01-06 20:07

Introduction

The last thing I saw was the Chicago skyline rushing up to meet me.

Then, merciful darkness.

Now, blinding sunlight streamed through a window, hitting my face as I lay in my university dorm room.

My head throbbed with a pain far deeper than a physical fall.

It was the brutal, horrifying memory of my parents, David and Susan Miller.

Their kind faces, now hauntingly overlaid with images of their blood on the polished floors of our beautiful Chicago home.

They were murdered.

And the architect of that devastation?

Brittany Evans, the very scholarship student my generous parents had taken under their wing, hailed as their "charity case."

Her smile, so sickeningly sweet and fake, her boyfriend Spike's cruel, calculating eyes, haunted my every waking thought.

She had meticulously orchestrated their downfall: the forged will, the baseless accusations leveled against me.

I endured the looks of disgust, the complete abandonment from everyone I had ever known.

The crushing despair consumed me, pushing me to the desperate, final leap.

How could such an act of profound kindness be repaid with such heinous betrayal and wanton violence?

How could I have been utterly blind, so incredibly naive, to allow my entire family, my entire life, to be so mercilessly dismantled, ending in that horrific, unjust way for all of us?

The injustice burned.

But then, I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air.

My hands flew to my throat, my chest.

I was whole.

Alive.

It was the first week of freshman year.

Again.

I had been granted a second chance, and this time, a cold, unyielding rage, something I' d never felt in my first, naive life, settled deep in my bones.

Brittany Evans would not win.