My Stepsister's Schemes and My Secret Retribution

On my 18th birthday, I died in my own home.

Just before my death, I heard my father, Russell Baldwin, say, "Sign this share transfer agreement, and I’ll give you the asthma medicine right away."

My stepsister knelt beside me and touched my face, saying, "It’s been a year—haven’t you learned your lesson yet?"

Desperate to survive, I managed to write the final stroke of the agreement, only to watch Russell throw the medicine into the trash.

My stepsister spat at me and sneered, "Idiot, we won't save you no matter how."

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day they first arrived.1

A month after my mother passed away, my father, Russell Baldwin brought his true love, Marlene, and their daughter into the house.

Russell announced on the spot that Marlene would be the mistress of the Baldwin family, and Denise Tennant officially changed her name to Denise Baldwin.

She was wearing a floral dress and carefully took out a red gift box from her canvas bag, timidly handing it to me.

"Kirsten, nice to meet you. I hope you like it."

Without waiting for her to finish, I swiftly threw the box to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Denise's eyes turned red, she bit her lip lightly, and threw herself into Marlene's arms.

"Mom, did I do something wrong? Why is Kirsten treating me like this?"

Marlene, seeing her daughter being wronged, also started sobbing together, her voice choked, "If so, why don't we just leave here."

Russell was dumbfounded on the spot and quickly stopped the two of them. He shouted at me, "Kirsten, apologize to Denise now!"

I snorted coldly and said, "Leave as you wish."

After saying that, I turned around and went upstairs, leaving the three of them with a bewildered expression on their faces.

In my previous life, they conspired against me, solely for the shares that my mother left me.

Denise pretended to be pitiful in front of others, but behind their backs, she bullied me at school, making me beg her like a dog.

Marlene bribed the servants to poison my food, and my health deteriorated day by day.

Russell turned a blind eye, which further fueled their arrogance.

As I recall the moment when he threw away my asthma medication, hatred surged in my heart.

If I could live again, I would make them pay for these blood debts.

2

In the evening, the maid Greta knocked on my door and respectfully said, "Ms. Baldwin, Mr. Baldwin is calling you downstairs for dinner."

I looked at the person who had been taking care of me since I was a child overwhelmingly.

If I hadn't died once, I would never have dreamed that she would be bribed by Marlene to conspire with them to kill me.

I stood at the staircase, and Russell was diligently taking turns serving them food, with a happy smile on his face, which I hadn't seen in all these years.

I sat down, holding the portrait of my dead mother.

In an instant, the three of them fell into silence.

Russell was the first to react. He cleared his throat a few times and said, "Kirsten, why did you take out your m...