The enforcers quickly restrained him again, more forcefully this time. As they dragged him away, he cried out, “Scarlett, daddy’s
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sorry! Please come back! I was wrong, so wrong!”
Even as they took him to the detention center, he continued mumbling that his daughter couldn’t be dead.
A younger enforcer watched with disgust. “He was ruthless enough when he killed her, but now he’s sorry? What an act. Murderers pay with their lives.”
The autopsy results came back quickly. DNA testing confirmed without doubt that the remains were mine.
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The chief brought this news to my father at the detention center. “Bodies can be faked, but DNA doesn’t lie. Face reality–Scarlett is dead, killed by your own hands.”
My father stood frozen, then suddenly collapsed as if all strength had drained from his body. He slumped to the floor of his cell.
“I didn’t want this,” he whispered. “I never meant to kill her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Why didn’t she call for help?”
The chief pulled out another report. “You think she didn’t try? Her mouth was gagged by your orders–how could she call out? There’s a large hole in her skull where the bone fractured. Do you know how she got that? She was trying to escape. She broke her own skull trying to break through the fire house door.”
“She smashed her head until her skull shattered. Did you hear that?”
My father closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Then he stood up, his posture suddenly resolute. “You’re right. I killed
Scarlett. I request that the pack council sentence me to death.”
“The death penalty isn’t yours to decide. The law will determine your punishment,” the chief replied coldly before walking away.
One final question remained: who had been impersonating me after my death, even going so far as to hire rogue wolves?
The pack enforcers quickly focused their investigation on Amber.
In the interrogation room, she initially denied taking my writing set, until enforcers found it hidden in the water tank of her
bathroom toilet.
With the evidence against her mounting, she had no choice but to confess.
The enforcers immediately connected this to the attack on Elise, which she eventually admitted to orchestrating.
Elise came to see her daughter, accompanied by a lawyer. She still didn’t know that her own child was responsible for the death of
her unborn son.
When the enforcers revealed the truth, Elise’s face crumpled in shock and disbelief.
“Why? That was your own brother! How does hurting him benefit you?” she cried out, her voice breaking.
Amber laughed with a disturbing wildness in her eyes. “What brother? Wasn’t I enough? I finally got rid of Scarlett, and the
Morgan pack should have been just for us two. Why did you have to get pregnant and bring in another heir to compete with me for
the inheritance?”
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Her ambition had never been as simple as a car or a room–she had wanted the entire Morgan fortune.
Elise had never imagined her daughter could be so ruthless. She had initially come to help get Amber released, but now abandoned that hope.
Amber was charged with conspiracy and assault, receiving a 20–year sentence in the pack’s silver prison. As for my father, having murdered me, he faced only one possible outcome.
On the day of his trial, I attended, perching on the edge of the judge’s bench directly across from him.
He had lost considerable weight, and his hair had turned noticeably grayer.
He offered no defense against the death sentence, accepting it with quiet resignation.
When it was all over, I felt strangely purposeless, unsure what to do next.
I returned to the mansion, finding it nearly empty. Elise had been forced out by my mother’s family, who had reclaimed their property.
She had left without taking a single coin.
I lay down on my bed, feeling my spirit growing increasingly weightless. Then I saw the Moon Goddess.
Suddenly, I sensed another presence beside the Moon Goddess. Turning my head, I was amazed to see my mother.
She opened her arms to me, and I rushed to embrace her.
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