Chapter 4The Truth After My Injection

Phoebe stood by the balcony door, holding a bowl of food, and sneered at me.

“Do you really think someone like Dr. Stern would talk to you? You go against me, and this is the only outcome you’ll get.”

I truly couldn’t understand why she targeted me so relentlessly.

“Their love was only supposed to be mine! You, a beggar from the streets, stole my love!”

Phoebe suddenly lunged, grabbing my head and slamming it down into the food tray on the floor.

“They’re still worried you haven’t eaten enough. Go on, eat your fill!”

The broth choked me.

I struggled violently and managed to push Phoebe away, sending her tumbling to the ground.

The brothers, hearing her cry out in pain, rushed in instantly.

“Sienna is still mad at me because I told Carter about her photos. I only wanted to help.”

Tears streamed down her face like rain. The three brothers didn’t spare me a glance, shouting at me harshly.

“Sienna Westlake, apologize.”

“We gave you a good life only for you to abuse Phoebe like this?”

“Have you forgotten who you were before us?”

Water dripped from my face. The long accumulation of emotional abuse became unbearable.

“The cameras are right there! Why won’t you check them? You gave me a good life, but did I not give back?”

Carter, the workaholic, ate irregularly, so I cooked him fresh meals daily.

Rhys, the top lawyer, was attacked by a vengeful client, and I took the knife wound for him.

Dean was desperately ill before college, and I volunteered my kidney.

I considered myself a part of this family.

Yet, in the end, my decade of sacrifice was worth less than a single word from their real sister.

Carter slapped me hard across the face. “We’re family! Are you going to tally up every single thing now? How could we have raised such a wretched ingrate?”

I stared at each of their faces.

I felt ridiculous.

This kind of home… I was better off without it.

“From this day forward, I want nothing to do with any of you.”

I shoved past them and ran upstairs to pack my things.

They looked at each other. Dean hesitated. “Maybe I should just check the cameras. Sienna has never been this upset before.”

Phoebe picked at her fingernails, speaking up first. “It’s my fault. Let me try to talk to her.”

She hurried up the stairs, just as I was about to leave.

“Trying the old reverse psychology trick, are we? Hoping they’ll feel bad for you?”

“Sienna Westlake, I underestimated you. I will make sure you vanish from the Westlake family for good.”

Phoebe suddenly leaned backward and tumbled down the stairs.

A scream interrupted Dean, who had been heading out to check the surveillance footage.

Phoebe was paralyzed.

When she fell, she shattered a large decorative vase, and a shard severed the tendons in her ankle.

Carter stood outside the hospital room and kicked me down the steps.

“Since you’re not a Westlake anymore, you can pay for her legs with your life.”

I was in agony, the world a haze of crimson.

Phoebe, seated in her wheelchair, looked down at me on the ground like a victor.

She wiggled her foot slightly.

“Phoebe! You’re faking it!”

But they had long since stopped believing me. They had me locked away in a high-security facility.

I applied for family visits repeatedly, only to be met with constant denials.

Not only was there no way to appeal, but I was also routinely beaten and abused by several of the other inmates.

Lying on the floor, coughing up blood again, I knew I was beyond saving.

I didn’t want to hate them. I just wanted to completely forget everything.

The Westlake Group managed to get the trending topics removed, but the discussion around the interview only intensified.

The three brothers were preparing to wheel Phoebe back to her room when the house phone rang.

“Sienna Westlake has been executed. Family members should claim the body as soon as possible.”

Carter shot to his feet. “What did you say?”

Before he could ask for details, all their cell phones buzzed simultaneously.

A new trending topic immediately topped the charts.

#SiennaWestlakeFinalVideoExposed