Chapter 4 - My Sister Came Back to Kill Me Again—But This Time I Was Ready, and I Had Already Collected Everything She Needed to Destroy HerselfChloe stared at me as if she were looking at a ghost.
“You're supposed to be dead.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“That's your favorite question.”
She stepped backward.
“Who helped you?”
“People who believed me.”
“You always had to be dramatic.”
I laughed.
“Do you still think I'm crazy?”
Her face hardened.
“You should have stayed gone.”
“You should have stopped stealing.”
She looked around my apartment.
“Who knows?”
“Enough.”
She reached into her purse.
I didn't move.
Neither did she.
Then she slowly pulled out a phone.
“You recorded me.”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“Then you know what happens next.”
She pressed a button.
Nothing happened.
I smiled.
“Your phone doesn't connect to anything.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“What did you do?”
“I bought the building.”
She stared.
“You don't own this building.”
“No.”
“I do.”
That was when she finally understood.
I wasn't the woman she remembered.
I had resources.
Power.
Connections.
And most importantly, patience.
Chloe sat down.
“You want revenge.”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Everything.”
She laughed.
“Then you can't win.”
“Why?”
“Because the world already knows you were unstable.”
I smiled.
“They know what you told them.”
She leaned forward.
“You have no proof.”
I placed a folder on the table.
Her face went pale.
Inside were copies of every payment.
Every forged report.
Every altered medical record.
Every transfer.
Every email.
Everything.
She flipped through them.
“How?”
“Your mistake was believing money erases evidence.”
She stood.
“You think Victor will let you destroy him?”
“Victor already knows what I have.”
Her face changed.
“You told him?”
“No.”
“Then how?”
I smiled.
“Leo.”
Her expression broke.
“Leo?”
“Yes.”
She laughed bitterly.
“He would never betray me.”
“He already did.”
That sentence hurt me too.
Because Leo hadn't really betrayed her.
He had finally chosen the truth.
Chloe grabbed the folder.
“Where did you get this?”
“From your own files.”
She stared.
Then understood.
“Elena.”
“Yes.”
“You were Elena.”
“Yes.”
“You bought the production company.”
“Yes.”
“You tricked me into selling you the rights.”
“Yes.”
She laughed.
A terrible sound.
“You think you're clever.”
“I don't.”
She stared.
“You know what makes you different from me?”
I shook my head.
“You always wanted to be loved.”
I looked at her.
“I stopped needing that.”
For the first time, Chloe looked afraid.
She left.
Two hours later, the police arrived.
Not for me.
For her.
Someone had anonymously sent them evidence of financial crimes.
They questioned her.
She was released.
But the investigation began.
Then Victor called me.
“Meet me.”
I agreed.
He looked old.
Not powerful.
Not intimidating.
Just tired.
“Your mother was right about you.”
I stared.
“What did she say?”
“She said you were the strongest person in the family.”
“She was wrong.”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“She was right.”
I sat across from him.
“Did you know Chloe planned to kill me?”
“Yes.”
My heart stopped.
“Why didn't you stop her?”
“I was afraid.”
“Of your own daughter?”
“Of losing everything.”
I shook my head.
“You already did.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
He handed me a file.
Inside were bank records.
“Chloe has been moving money for years.”
I looked at him.
“Why give me this?”
“Because I want you to stop her.”
I laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I finally understand.”
“Understand what?”
“That she never wanted the company.”
“What did she want?”
He looked at me.
“Your place.”
I closed the folder.
“You should have protected me.”
“I should have.”
Then he whispered:
“I'm sorry.”
It wasn't enough.
But it was honest.
That mattered.
I left.
Outside, Leo was waiting.
He looked worried.
“Something happened?”
I nodded.
“Dad confessed.”
“To what?”
“Everything.”
Leo looked at me.
“Then what now?”
May you like
I smiled.
“Now we let Chloe think she is winning.”
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