You Faked Your Deaths to Punish Me?! That’s Illegal, Family! novel Chapter 80

Chapter 7

Jake’s parents were always too busy to stay overnight at the hospital.

They hired nurses instead.

I slipped sleeping pills into the nurses’ boxed dinners.

And into Jake’s food? I mixed a stimulant.

That night, the nurses were out cold, while Jake tossed and turned, restless and wired.

Around midnight, he finally couldn’t stand it.

He rolled out of bed, grabbed his crutch, and hobbled into the hallway.

The hospital’s front doors were locked.

So he made his way to the rooftop.

The second he stepped onto the rooftop… Emily appeared.

“Jake Miller. Look at me. Tell me-who am I?”

To make it worse, I’d done her makeup with special effects-her eyes bulging, her face smeared with blood, like she’d really jumped.

Jake screamed, dropped his crutch, and stumbled back.

“Jake Miller…” Emily’s voice was sing-song, mocking, as she stepped closer.

“I died here. Don’t you remember?”

This was where my daughter jumped.

I hadn’t forgotten.

And Jake sure as hell couldn’t.

He backed all the way to the edge, snot and tears running down his face, collapsing to his knees. He begged Emily not to hurt him.

But Emily just lowered her eyes, staring down at him coldly, like he was trash.

Jake’s nerves snapped.

He couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

He just kept slamming his forehead on the concrete, over and over, until blood smeared his face.

nily stayed silent.

Eventually, his frantic movements slowed.

He thought maybe she wasn’t coming any closer.

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But then Emily crouched, grabbed his hair, and hissed:

“Jake Miller. Count them. How many people have you hurt?”

“When you pushed your first victim into the reservoir, did you ever think about today?”

“When you drove the second victim to suicide, did you think about today?”

“The third? The fourth? Or did you forget?”

Of course he hadn’t forgotten.

Jake broke down sobbing.

“I’ll make it right-I’ll atone! Please, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”

But Emily ignored him. She kept advancing.

He stumbled back, lost his balance, and slipped-dangling from the ledge, fingers gripping the edge for dear life.

Emily just watched.

That’s when I stepped out of the shadows.

Emily slowly wiped away the fake blood, peeling back the disguise.

And when Jake saw her real face, the realization hit him like a truck.

All those days of torment-the hauntings, the voices-it had been us.

He snapped, screaming.

“Emily! I knew it was you screwing with me-both of you! You’re dead, both of you are dead!”

I laughed.

“Jake Miller, look around. One slip, and you’ll be nothing but a splatter on the pavement.”

“Your death’ll be uglier than any of the people you ruined.”

He glanced down-and lost control of his bladder.

Pathetic.

He begged again, shaking, promising money. Said he’d pay me millions.

My stomach turned.

I hated those words more than anything: I’ll pay you.

He still didn’t get it. Some things can’t be bought,

I walked toward him slowly.

That night, I’d dressed up. Perfect makeup, heels, a dress. I carried a cold beer.

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Because I wanted to celebrate Jake Miller’s death looking my best.

He kept pleading, sobbing, clinging to the edge-then his grip gave out.

He fell.

The thud was heavy. Final.

I looked down, cracked open my beer, and took a long drink.

Jake Miller’s body was broken, mangled.

At last… it was over.

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