They Thought My Mother Was Faking Her Death
Language: en
My mother was the true heiress of the Hamilton family, but my grandparents and my father only ever had eyes for my aunt, the fake heiress. Today, Mother coughed up more than just phlegm. It was clots of deep, rusty red. I secretly called Dad, but he just scoffed: “Your grandparents and I are celebrating Victoria’s birthday. We don’t have time for your mother’s theatrics.” “Tell her to stop pretending to be sick—if she’s going to die, she should just get on with it.” The call ended with a cold click. I looked back, stunned, and found Mother standing right behind me. She was swaying, her…