My Boyfriend Forced Me to Commit Suicide To Repay A Debt For His Junior Sister Chapter 1

My boyfriend’s uni mate got into trouble with loan sharks.

I tried to stop him from getting involved, but I never imagined that she'd be pushed to the brink and take a bottle of sleeping pills to end her life.

My boyfriend carried on as if nothing had happened, and we were preparing for our wedding.

Until one night, when he was drunk, he caressed her photo tenderly and forced me to swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

He told me that it was my cold-heartedness, my selfishness, that had driven her to take her own life.

If I had the chance to live again, I would never interfere in their mess.

"Darling, how much money do you have left? Sophie’s family is in trouble again. You know we’ve always been close, and those people said if she doesn’t pay up today, they’re going to take her away and sell her off."

I blinked, still caught in a daze, the lump in my throat not yet gone when a large hand tugged at my sleeve.

I had come back to life, back to the very day Tom Shaw was running around, borrowing money for Sophie White.

Sophie was his uni mate—sweet and delicate, just like her name suggests. She was soft-spoken, with perfectly drawn features.

But she had a father who gambled away everything. Word was he’d racked up an impossible debt over the years and ended up killing himself when he couldn’t repay it, leaving behind a beautiful daughter constantly hounded by loan sharks.

To be fair, Tom had always been good to me. Everyone knew he loved me more than life itself.

So, in my previous life, when Tom was scrounging for money for Sophie, saying she was like a sister to him and he couldn’t stand to see her in such a mess, I didn’t suspect a thing.

But Sophie’s father owed over eight million pounds. That kind of money isn’t easy to come by, especially since those loan sharks were criminals. If Tom got too involved, he might lose more than just money—he could lose his life.

Of course, I didn’t want my soon-to-be husband getting mixed up in that, so I gave him my savings, but on one condition: he had to stop helping Sophie and focus on our wedding.

But I never expected Sophie to take sleeping pills and end her life.

When I heard the news, I felt genuinely sorry for her. A young girl, barely out of her teens, with such a tragic fate.

Tom only showed a brief moment of sadness. He didn’t say much to me about it.

But what I could never have imagined was that he’d kill me for Sophie.

Now, looking at Tom, who stood anxiously in front of me, all I could hear in my mind were his words before I died.

"I told you, Sophie and I weren’t what you thought we were. Why, why couldn’t you just help her!"

"Your family is well-off, aren’t they? You people with money would never understand this kind of desperation. Lucy Thompson, you’re such a cold-hearted, selfish person!"

"You could stand there and watch her die, and you still expect me to marry a woman with a heart of stone like yours? People with money—none of you are any good!"

I couldn’t help but laugh. My family, with its multimillion-pound income, had only one child—me. My parents never approved of Tom, who came from a modest background.

They wanted me to marry someone who was our equal, but I was hopelessly in love with Tom. They cut off my finances, hoping I’d eventually give in.

But Tom had grown so bitter towards me for not asking my parents to save his dear Sophie.

Eight million pounds. Was I really expected to sell everything and sacrifice myself for him and his precious Sophie?