You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 12

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was still processing everything when voices exploded behind me. The door slammed open.

A basketball came flying at my head-no warning, no time to dodge.

THWACK.

“Yo, little charity case-toss me my ball.”

Some spoiled-ass voice barked from behind me.

I turned around slowly. Standing there was a guy about my age, but taller, broader. He had his chin tilted up like he owned the world.

If I remembered right, this was the Sterlings’ only kid. Julian Sterling.

Loved extreme sports-racing, skydiving, all that reckless bullshit. Total rich-boy stereotype. Never gave a damn about the family business.

Last life, he crashed during a race. His legs got crushed. Paralyzed for life. After that, his temper went to hell.

“Hey. You deaf or what? I said give me the ball.”

His impatient voice snapped me back.

I picked up the basketball and handed it to him.

Remembering what the driver told me, I forced myself to say it. “Here you go… brother.”

He froze for a second. Then his lip curled. “Wow, already sucking up? You think calling me ‘brother’ is gonna get you a slice of the Sterling fortune?”

He let out a cold laugh and walked off.

Over the next few days, I barely saw Mrs. Eleanor Sterling. Julian? Even less. Guy was a ghost.

Alfred took me around the mansion, showing me where everything was.

The place was massive. Once we finished the tour, he handed me a sheet of paper.

The page was crammed with classes-corporate management, business strategy, finance. All of it.

“This is your schedule starting tomorrow. You’ll be getting one-on-one training in company management. Mrs. Sterling’s arranged everything. All you need to do is study hard, and you’ll be rewarded down the line.”

Alfred paused, watching me. “Think you can handle it?”

This stuff? Last life, I didn’t touch any of it until I started my own company.

This life, I’m fifteen and already getting access to it. Hell yes, I was thrilled.

I nodded. “Of course I can.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he didn’t say anything. Just kept rattling off more instructions.

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You Caked Your Darul

Chapter 2

To make sure I didn’t fall behind in middle school, Mrs. Sterling even hired private tutors for me.

But I’d already learned all this shit in my last life. Easy.

Within a year, I’d absorbed everything-middle school, high school, and those dense-as-hell business courses. Mastered them. Applied them.

“This girl learns fast. She’s already finished all the high school material, and she’s actually understanding those brutal management courses too.”

The tutor Mrs. Sterling hired wouldn’t shut up about me. I sat off to the side, listening quietly.

He was practically glowing. “At this rate, she doesn’t even need high school. She could go straight to studying abroad.”

But that wasn’t Mrs. Sterling’s plan. She wanted me to finish high school with Julian first. Then we’d both go abroad together.

She called it “looking out for each other.”

Reality? She wanted me to rein in Julian-that wild, out-of-control disaster of a son.

Mrs. Sterling handed the tutor a fat check. When she looked at me, there was something new in her eyes. Approval.

“Come here.”

She pulled me down to sit beside her and handed me an acceptance letter.

“You’ve done well. Julian’s grades are trash. Help him out. I’m not asking for much-just get him to pass.”

“Once you both graduate high school, I’ll send you abroad. How does that sound?”

No buildup. No sugarcoating. She laid her demands out flat.

I didn’t hesitate. “Thank you, Mom.”

Her eyebrow lifted. She looked pleased. Her grip on my hand tightened.

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