After I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my parents didn't believe me, my brother mocked me, and the adopted daughter was triumphant. In my despair, I decided to end my life, when comments started floating in the air. "Here we go again, these female leads in tragedy novels are so sick, fantasizing about punishing their families through death." "Just die already. Floating around as a soul watching your family regret everything must be so satisfying, right?" "Wanting to see their family love them after they become a ghost is the most disgusting part of these stories!" I blinked. Could I become a ghost? I quickly put on a red dress and embroidered shoes and hanged myself at the front door. When I opened my eyes again, I was floating in mid-air, radiating a murderous aura, smiling like a demon. Comments: "Damn, why does my back feel so cold all of a sudden?" Let it be cold. This is now a vengeful ghost story! Chapter 1 Looking at my own terrifying appearance in the red dress, I let out a genuine smile. I actually became a ghost. So, according to the plot, I should be floating in the air, watching my family regret and weep, beating their chests, while I secretly gloat before reincarnating. What's the point of that? I was dying of cancer anyway, but I didn't want to die in vain. Kidnapped for ten years, suffering untold miseries? Returning home for three years only to receive cold shoulders? I remember it all! Looking up at the villa's main gate, my corpse swayed in the darkness before dawn. Red dress, embroidered shoes, disheveled hair, purple face—terrifying. The first maid to discover me burst into tears on the spot, forgetting all about making breakfast. Screams tore through the tranquility of the villa. Lights turned on one by one, followed by denser screams. Finally, my family was awakened, rushing downstairs wrapped in their pajamas. Chapter 2 My dad walked with authority, his voice commanding: "What's all the noise?" The maids trembled, pointing at the gate. My dad took one look, and his face changed drastically. My mom and brother appeared too, their pupils flashing with shock and panic. But their first reaction wasn't to rush over and take me down. Instead, they retreated several steps. Fear far outweighed care. I sneered continuously. If it were the adopted daughter, Sarah, hanging there, even if the body was rotting, the family would rush over without hesitation. Just then, Sarah walked down yawning, pouting and mumbling: "Mom, Dad, Lucas, what's going on? It's not even light yet." My brother, Lucas, quickly covered her eyes: "Be good, go back to sleep, it's nothing." But Sarah was willful. She pried Lucas's hand away: "What happened?" Then, she froze, having seen my swaying corpse. She screamed and hid behind Lucas. Lucas hugged her concernedly, comforting her repeatedly: "Don't be scared, don't be scared. It's that psycho Bella. Hanging herself in the middle of the night, what bad luck!" My mom also patted Sarah's back: "Good girl, go upstairs with your brother. We'll handle it." Sarah hummed in agreement, tears in her eyes as she went upstairs. But I clearly saw the hidden delight in the corner of her eyes. No matter how scared she was, seeing me dead made her happy. The comments exploded. "What a messed up family! Their biological daughter hanged herself and they are indifferent?" "Fck, I really want to hack Sarah to death!"* "Hehe, expected this. The female lead died for nothing. Told you not to play the 'death makes them love me' game!" "If they didn't love you when you were alive, why would they love you when you're dead? Too naive." The comments were somewhat pitiful towards me. Little did they know, I wasn't sad at all. From the moment I put on the red dress and hanged myself, this wasn't some bullsh*t tragedy about gaining love through death! Chapter 3 My rage soared, and my ghostly aura became even more sinister. Suffering while alive, despised when dead. I really didn't get a shred of love. Without hesitation, I lunged at my mom, intending to strangle her first! But I was bounced back, my soul nearly shattering. I was shocked. What happened? The comments were also shocked. "Holy sht, so that's why! The female lead wore red to turn into a vengeful spirit! I thought she just wanted to die pretty!"* "Her mom believes in Buddhism and wears a blessed amulet consecrated by a master. It'll be hard for the female lead to kill her." "Is this not a tragedy novel? Charging money to read the rest immediately!" I looked at my mom's neck, where a golden light flashed and disappeared. I remembered then, my mom had a habit of wearing an amulet. Thinking about it, it was ironic. My mom only started believing in Buddhism after I was kidnapped. She prayed day and night, hoping to find me. But when I was found, she favored Sarah. Her annoyance with me eventually outweighed her love. I smiled coldly, slowly floating up, and looked at my dad. My dad didn't have an amulet. Chapter 4 My dad had calmed down completely by now. He ordered the servants to take me down, then made a call. Probably the funeral home car would arrive soon. "Not a word of what happened tonight gets out, or I won't be forgiving!" He threatened the servants, then said to my mom: "Bella is beyond saving. I'll have the funeral home take her for cremation ASAP." My mom hesitated for a second, then nodded heavily: "Okay. Sigh, that girl, why couldn't she think it through?" She didn't want me dead, but now that I was, her sadness wasn't even a drop in the ocean. My dad told my mom not to be sad. He even blamed me: "Bella deliberately wore a red dress and embroidered shoes to hang herself. Obviously to disgust us. I said long ago she was mentally ill!" I was indeed mentally ill. Kidnapped for ten years, physically and mentally shattered. Returned home for three years, thinking I could heal, but ended up completely broken. Could I not be sick? Since you made me sick, I'll make you die! Chapter 5 Soon, the funeral home people arrived. My body was loaded into the car, and the family driver drove my dad along to the funeral home. I sat in the car, staring gloomily at my stern dad. I didn't act immediately, just adapting to my ghost state. During this time, I found I could pull my dad's clothes corner, which meant I could touch physical objects. But as dawn approached, a white light appeared in the east. I started to feel uncomfortable. Obviously, daytime wasn't suitable for ghost activities. My lethality would be greatly reduced, and physical attacks like strangling or breaking necks wouldn't work well. But ghosts harming people only need to use fear. Thinking this, I tried and willed myself to become visible. Dad was indifferent; he couldn't see me. But I saw myself in the rearview mirror. Black hair, white face, red eyes—even I was scared. The driver, Uncle Wang, suddenly stiffened, hair standing on end, cold sweat flowing. He also glimpsed me in the rearview mirror. I quickly vanished. Uncle Wang was a good man. He drove me around for three years and often comforted me. I didn't want to scare him to death. He rubbed his eyes hard, saw I was gone, turned his head to check specifically, then sighed in relief, trembling. Dad frowned: "What's wrong?" Uncle Wang wiped his cold sweat, hesitating. Dad was displeased, telling him to speak. Uncle Wang finally said: "I... I seemed to see... Miss Bella." Dad snorted: "Do you miss her? Can she turn into a ghost or something?" Uncle Wang dared not speak again. Dad smoothed his breath: "Even if she becomes a ghost, what's there to be afraid of? She brought it on herself." Uncle Wang sighed secretly and drove silently. That day, Dad handled my affairs and had the funeral home cremate me directly. I watched coldly from the side. When he returned to the corporate office and walked into his office alone, I revealed my white teeth. Night fell again, and the discomfort disappeared. Time to act.
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