You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 77

Chapter 4

After that, my daughter’s death became a storm that swept through the city.

News outlets. Parent groups. Social media.

The Miller family packed up and disappeared, enrolling Jake in another school across town.

I drained my savings hiring a private investigator to dig into their lives.

His mom-Victoria Miller.

A stay-at-home socialite with nothing in her head but makeup tutorials and Pilates.

His dad-Richard Miller.

CEO of a mid-size real estate firm, well connected in the business world.

And Jake?

He wasn’t a first-time offender.

Before my daughter, there had already been three… maybe four other girls.

He’d driven them all into psychiatric wards.

Some had even attempted suicide.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Jake was a predator in a kid’s body.

And his parents?

They knew. They had to know.

But instead of stopping him, they protected him.

Shielded him. Enabled him.

Because my daughter wasn’t

Jake had left a tra

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his wake.

end it.

gonna stop.

arted tailing him full-time.

gured out he had a new target.

it was an eleven-year-old girl named Emily.

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She lived with her grandparents-no parents around-exactly the kind of kid Jake liked to prey on.

After a month of watching, I could tell he’d tormented Emily countless times.

Every day after school, he’d drag her off-dump glue on her head, cut up her dresses.

Every time I saw it, all I could think about was my daughter.

Every time, I wanted to run over and strangle him.

But it wasn’t the right time yet.

If I wanted real revenge, I needed Emily on my side.

One night, I knocked on her grandparents’ door.

Emily had just had her hair chopped off by Jake.

She looked so small, broken, and terrified.

I crouched down to her level.

“Jake’s been bullying you for a while now, hasn’t he?”

Her whole body trembled.

Her face went pale. She stepped back and didn’t say a word.

That didn’t surprise me.

Girls in her position usually don’t fight back.

They’re too scared it won’t matter, too scared they’re powerless.

But hiding doesn’t work.

I leaned in, coaxing her.

“He’s been hurting you badly, hasn’t he?”

“Oth

why are you always covering up with long sleeves?”

as covered in bruises.

es filled with tears.

I didn’t look away.

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t you hate him?”

I could see it-her emotions starting to crack through.

But fear won out.

She slammed the door in my face.

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I didn’t get mad. That was fine.

Because I knew Emily was shaken. She’d need me.

She just needed the right push.

That push came sooner than I thought.

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