I Let Them Kill My Sister Chapter 1

My sister was kidnapped, and the kidnappers demanded fifty million in ransom for her release.

The whole family was busy gathering the ransom, but I kept attending auctions, buying expensive jewelry.

Infuriated, the kidnappers demanded that I go alone to rescue her.

Not only did I not go, but I also held a press conference, announcing that I was expelling my sister from the Schmidtke family.

My sister was killed, and her mutilated body was dumped at our doorstep.

Everyone accused me of being selfish, prioritizing the company’s inheritance over my sister’s life, and pressured me to atone with my own death.

Instead of feeling any remorse, I deliberately overturned her ashes.

I wanted to see when the person who had been hiding behind the scenes all along would finally jump out.

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"Mary, it is a disaster! Isabella was kidnapped while traveling abroad! The kidnappers just sent a message demanding fifty million dollars in ransom within three days. If we do not pay, they will kill her. You have to save your sister!"

My father barged into the boardroom, completely ignoring my assistant's frantic attempts to hold him back. He stood in front of the entire executive board and all the regional managers, trying to physically drag me out of my chair.

Compared to his absolute panic, I sat there with glacial calm.

"She went on vacation with her boyfriend," I replied, my voice completely devoid of emotion. "Isn't she just hiding to test how much we love her? She pulls these pathetic stunts all the time. If you aren't sick of it yet, I certainly am."

My utter indifference choked the words right out of his throat. It took him several seconds to recover.

"It is real this time! Isabella was actually taken! The kidnappers sent a video straight to my phone. Look at it if you don't believe me!"

He shoved his phone across the mahogany table, trying to force the screen into my line of sight.

"They said we have three days to get fifty million in cash, or she is dead. Mary, you have to save her!"

A dark, mocking chuckle escaped my lips. "The last time she was heartbroken, she faked her own disappearance. I had to wire her a million dollars just to get her to come home. I guess she got a taste for the theatrics. Now she wants fifty million?"

"If you want to play the hero, go find the money yourself. I am not her parent, and I am certainly not obligated to entertain her delusional games. Besides, I do not have that kind of liquid cash laying around."

Seeing that I was entirely prepared to wash my hands of the situation, his panic mutated into rage.

"Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?! This is fifty million dollars! Are you really going to sit there and let those monsters murder her?"

"You are her older sister! It is your duty to provide for her! And if you do not have the cash, sell your shares in the company! Schmidtke Enterprise is a massive empire. Liquidating a fraction of your equity would easily cover the ransom!"

I stared at him like he had lost his mind.

"Are you seriously suggesting I sell off my shares in this corporation to humor her psychotic little game?"

"Do you even realize what you are asking? I hold exactly fifty-one percent of this company. If I sell a single share of my foundational equity, I lose majority control! You want me to risk the entire Schmidtke legacy to pay a ransom? Is your brain rotting out of your skull?"

In my previous life, the moment he mentioned Isabella was kidnapped, I lost my mind with worry. I immediately suspended the board meeting and rushed home to help him liquidate assets.

After we scrambled to gather the funds, we hurried to the drop-off location.

Even though we arrived exactly on time, the kidnapper claimed we took too long and made him lose his patience. With a sick laugh, he tossed a hunting knife at my feet, ordering me to stab myself. If I refused, he would slit Isabella's throat.

Seeing my sister crying hysterically with blood dripping down her neck, I did not even hesitate. I picked up the blade and aimed it at my own abdomen.

My father had lunged forward, supposedly to stop me. But his hands "accidentally" slammed into my wrists, driving the blade directly into my heart. I died instantly on the dirty concrete floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting right back in this boardroom.

"Mary, do you have no soul?! She is the sister you grew up with! She is in mortal danger, and you are sitting there like a block of ice!"

Seeing that I remained entirely unmoved, he began screaming insults.

"If she has actually been kidnapped, the first thing you need to do is call the FBI. Let the authorities handle it. Do not come in here throwing a tantrum."

The phantom agony of that blade piercing my heart still burned in my memory. I impatiently waved my hand, signaling the security guards to drag him out.

Once he was forcibly removed, I offered a brief apology to the stunned executives. Suppressing the chaotic storm of emotions inside me, I forced myself to sit through the rest of the meeting.