Chapter 1Poisoned My Brother; Three Years Later, He Returned for Revenge—Unaware It Was My Plan

After my brother, Ethan, found out that I was a fake heiress, I tied his hands to the chair and forced his jaw open, pouring poison down his throat.

I smirked softly. “Soon, the pain will go away, Ethan…”

The chat exploded: "Oh my God, when will this vile woman finally get off the screen? Someone save my poor boy, I can’t take this heartbreak anymore!"

I was bound to the Knife System, where only by tormenting the readers until their hearts ache could I replenish my health bar.

At this moment, I was secretly laying another trap, waiting for the readers to piece together the blade, to harvest a massive wave of health points...

After Ethan discovered that I wasn’t the real daughter of the Snow family, I bound his hands and forced him into the chair, prying his mouth open to pour in the poison.

Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, slipping down his pale cheeks. He struggled to speak, “Sis… Sister…”

I stared coldly as his porcelain-like skin began to fester and decay.

In front of me, in the void, the chat went wild:

"Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore! How can my poor, sweet Ethan still call her sister when she’s literally poisoning him? Someone send this wicked woman straight to the pits of hell!"

"When will this vile woman leave? Please, someone save my poor boy! My heart can’t take this anymore!"

Without another glance, I turned away, leaving Ethan writhing in agony. His body convulsed, but he barely had the strength to make a sound. I smirked again.

“Soon, you won’t feel anything, Ethan…”

I turned, cold and detached, and walked away.

Just as I reached the door, I made sure to let the readers see that I wasn’t as calm as I appeared. My fingers trembled as they fumbled to unlock the door.

"Oh, now she’s panicking, huh? If you’re so scared, why don’t you call an ambulance for my boy? Maybe then you can at least die a little more peacefully!"

I was pleased: excellent, the first piece of the knife was set.

Soon, all these small blades would form a deadly sword, and I’d harvest a huge amount of health points.

I was bound to the Knife System—only by making the readers’ hearts ache could I replenish my health bar.

Sitting in my car, I pulled out a file, making sure to let just a corner of it show, enough for the readers to catch sight of it.

"What is that wicked woman holding? Did I just see Ethan’s name on it? And… is that a DNA test?"

"Wait, what? Shouldn’t her name be on it? Isn’t she supposed to be Grace Snow?"

I smirked inwardly. Time for the second piece of the knife.

I slammed on the gas, and the car sped away.

Behind me, flames engulfed the beach house…

As the chat went wild with speculation, the system chimed: "Ding, you’ve collected 30% of your health points."