Chapter 1The Heartless Sister

After our parents died, I kicked my terminally ill sister out of the house.

She was homeless, starving, and freezing, but I turned a blind eye.

Relatives called me a monster. I pretended I was deaf.

I forced her to sign a waiver giving up her inheritance. My sister knelt on the floor, begging, sobbing until she could barely breathe.

"Mom and Dad are barely cold in their graves, Harper. How can you be so cruel?"

I scoffed. "Dead people can’t tell me what to do."

When my sister collapsed on the street, I cheered. I popped champagne.

The next day, #EvilSisterStealsInheritance and #DyingSisterKickedOut were trending on X (Twitter).

I sat back on my leather sofa, scrolling through the death threats and curses, and took a slow sip of red wine.

"Cry all you want. Scream all you want. The house, the money—it’s all mine."

* * *

At the funeral reception, I forced my sister, Chloe, to sign the inheritance waiver.

The moment the ink was dry, I started tossing her luggage onto the front lawn.

A suitcase hit the pavement and cracked open. Clothes scattered everywhere.

Chloe’s lips trembled, her eyes wide with shock and helplessness.

"What?" I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Did you think a sick leech like you could stay here forever?"

She bit her lip so hard it turned white. She was shaking. "Harper, how can you do this to me?"

"How else should I treat you?"

She tried to speak, but I cut her off, impatience dripping from my voice.

"Mom and Dad are dead. I’m not carrying your dead weight anymore."

Chloe’s tears stopped instantly. Her face went ghost-white.

I stepped closer, looking down at her coldly. "Why are you still here? Get lost."

Her eyes filled with despair. She couldn't process it. "Harper, why? We’re sisters..."

"Get. Out." I pointed to the driveway. "I won't repeat myself. Don't drag me down with you."

"Harper, you are crossing a line!"

My sudden outburst stunned everyone at the wake.

After a moment of shock, the relatives finally reacted.

Aunt Linda, red-faced with anger, stepped forward. "Your sister is sick! She’s pitiful! How can you be so heartless?"

"You feel bad for her?" I raised an eyebrow. "Great. You take her home. You pay for her meds."

Aunt Linda’s mouth opened, then closed. She didn't dare say another word.

"What? Scared?" I looked around the circle of family members, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

"She is a burden. A money pit. Any of you want her? Take her!"

The relatives’ faces shifted, but the silence was deafening. No one made a sound.

I sneered. "Since none of you want to take care of her, what right do you have to lecture me?"

Chloe’s crying got louder.

She clutched the waiver to her chest, tears hitting the paper, and collapsed onto the grass.

I didn't have the patience for the theatrics. I walked over, hauled her up by her arm, and shoved her past the property line.

"Don't make me call the cops for trespassing."

The relatives left, cursing under their breath. I slammed the heavy oak door shut, drowning out Chloe’s wails.

Whether she lived or died had nothing to do with me.

I lay alone in the spacious, quiet house and slept like a baby.