The Soul-Hopping Heiress: My Revenge from the Grave Chapter 1

Right before I died, I looked my wicked stepmother in the eye and gasped, "Grandpa left me a hundred million dollars... the money is hidden... it's hidden in..."

I didn't get to finish. I flatlined.

My stepmother, tears streaming down her fake face, screamed at the doctor, "You heard her! Bring her back and I’ll give you half!"

The doctor raised his hands dramatically. "By the power of Thor, I banish the darkness!"

Zap.

Literal lightning struck down, turning my gorgeous body into a piece of charcoal.

I stood next to the bed in spirit form, smiling beatifically.

Thank you. Seriously.

* * *

I knew about my stepmother’s plan to kill me and stage it as a suicide ages ago.

Don't ask how. Let's just say I have a gift.

My soul can detach from my body at will. As long as my physical shell remains intact, I can hop back in within two hours.

So when I found out she hired a hitman, I was thrilled.

I was sick of playing nice with that snake. I figured I'd pull a Houdini—let her think she succeeded, then sneak off abroad with my inheritance. My dad could rest easy in his grave knowing we weren't fighting anymore.

But... what the hell is this doctor doing?

Did he just barbecue me?

"By the power of Thor"? Who does he think he is, an Avenger?

My stepmom was so shocked she forgot to fake-cry. Her jaw hit the floor. "It... it’s burnt?"

The doctor scratched his head, looking sheepish. "Sorry about that. Just learned that spell. Haven't quite mastered it. I got a little excited when you mentioned fifty million."

Wow. This guy has a way with words.

I hovered over him, hands around his spectral neck, screaming, "You quack! Die!"