They Only Wept For Me After I Was Gone

Clara's POV

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.

My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.

My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.

I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.

Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.

But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—

Everyone went completely insane.

"Clara, that reckless animal! How dare she hire street thugs to kidnap Cordelia!"

My biological father Frederick's voice shook with rage, his eyes bloodshot. "When that vicious bitch comes crawling back, I'll break her legs myself! And if anything had happened to Cordelia, I'll kill her with my own hands!"

My soul floated above the living room ceiling. Hearing this sentence, I pulled a bitter smile.

There’s no need for you to do it yourself, Dad. I am already dead.

"Mr. Donovan, Mrs. Donovan..." Brenda, our housekeeper, walked in, pale and trembling. "There has been no news from Miss Clara for a whole day and night. Her phone is unreachable, and she didn't go to school..."

Louisa, my mother, snapped her head up from the sofa. A second ago, she was gently stroking Cordelia’s hair. The moment she heard my name, her elegant face twisted with disgust.

"No news? How could she have the nerve to show her face!" Louisa shrilled. "After doing something as despicable as hiring kidnappers for her own sister, she’s probably too ashamed to return! Knowing her plan failed, she must be shivering in some gutter!"

Furious, she dialed my number. The cold, mechanical tone of the unreachable call fueled her rage. She pressed the voice message button, grinding her teeth: "Clara! How much longer are you going to act out? Roll back here right now and get on your knees to apologize to Cordelia! If I knew you were this cheap and vicious, I should have let you die in the slums!"

I thought I was already immune to the pain, but when this blade, barbed with blood ties, pierced my soul, the sheer despair still made me shudder.

I am her biological daughter! Yet in this house, I lived like a gutter rat, despised for merely breathing.

"Mrs. Donovan, you shouldn't say that!" Brenda, who always strictly followed the rules, teared up. "That kidnapping doesn't seem like something Miss Clara would do. She wouldn't even shoo away a stray cat, let alone hire thugs! There must be a misunderstanding!"

Louisa grabbed a teacup and smashed it at Brenda’s feet, splashing hot tea all over her. "How dare you! A servant trying to lecture me? I didn't realize Clara was so skilled at buying loyalty that she could make a dog bark at me!"

Brenda trembled, tears welling up, but she bit her lip, too terrified to talk back.

At that moment, Cordelia, pretending to be weak in Louisa's arms, stirred.

"Mom, don't blame Clara..." She squeezed out two fake tears, hugging Louisa's arm like a frightened fawn. "Clara just lacks a sense of security... She always thought I stole your love from her."

Weeping softly, she dealt her precise manipulation: "I can actually understand her. Just like when she was first brought back as a child, she felt I took her place. So she locked me in the freezing storage room and forced me to wash her feet like a maid... She suffered out there, so it's only natural she took her resentment out on me. I never blamed her."

Hearing this old score settled again, the muscles on Frederick’s face twitched violently.

"And you're still defending her!" His anger boiled over. "If the servants hadn't found you, you would have frozen to death in that room! That little beast came back at six with nothing but the malicious habits of the slums! She’s an ungrateful wretch, rotten to the bone!"

"Dad, please don't blame her for kidnapping me this time." Cordelia considerately wiped away her tears. "I’m not hurt anyway, so let’s not force her to apologize. When she comes back, I’ll promise her I won’t fight for a single penny of the Donovan fortune. I just beg her... not to drive me away."

"Oh, my sweet girl! You've suffered so much, yet you still speak up for that ungrateful wretch!" Louisa hugged her tightly, her heart breaking. "You are the perfect daughter I raised! That trash raised outside isn’t fit to belong to the Donovan family!"

"That's right, Cordelia is my pride," Frederick stepped forward, wrapping his arms around both mother and daughter.

I looked down at them from above, my soul trembling with a distorted, soundless laugh of agony.

They would never know that this innocent, perfect adopted daughter in their arms was actually a demon wearing human skin!

That so-called "kidnapping" was nothing but the thief crying catch the thief! The real mastermind was Cordelia, and the actual victim tied up and tortured, was me!

Less than twelve hours ago, under Cordelia's cold sneer, her biological mother—Sharon—cut out both of my kidneys and ripped my fiercely beating heart from my chest. With zero anesthesia!