I Died, and My Billionaire Father Went Mad — Novel

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In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Emily Carter lives in the shadow of her billionaire father, Richard Carter, a man who has never acknowledged her existence. On the day she dies, the world shifts as Richard’s madness spirals, fueled by a grief he never anticipated. Instead of mourning the daughter he neglected, he lavishes affection on his new favorite—a daughter who seems to embody everything he desires.

Emily’s heart aches as she watches from the sidelines, longing for a connection that feels forever out of reach. With her health deteriorating, she is desperate to bridge the chasm between them, yet each attempt to reach out is met with scorn and indifference. What does it take to be seen by the one person who should have loved her unconditionally?

As tensions mount and jealousy simmers, Emily finds herself entangled in a web of familial rivalry, where her father's attention is a prize and her very existence is questioned. Can she reclaim her place in a family that seems determined to forget her? Or will she become just another casualty in a battle for love and recognition? The stakes have never been higher as Emily navigates a world that feels as unforgiving as it is glamorous.

I Died, and My Billionaire Father Went MadChapter 1

My father hated me.

He said I was just like my mother—full of lies, manipulative and vicious, disgusting to look at.

So, he brought back his old flame’s daughter and treated her like a priceless treasure, giving her everything.

On my eighteenth birthday, with a bald head from chemotherapy, I leaned weakly against the window, watching the city’s fireworks spelling out a father’s love for his daughter.

“Happy birthday to my precious daughter, Sophia Carter.”

I was his daughter, but my name was Emily Carter.

Emily, the extra one.

Lowering my head, I opened my phone and sent him one last message.

“Dad, I’m sick. I’m dying soon. Could you come see me one last time?”

All my desperate hope was answered with his cold, heartless reply.

“Let me know after you’re dead.”

Through blurred tears, I let out a long sigh.

I died on my eighteenth birthday.

But the billionaire father who had never seen me, who had only ever despised me, went insane.

On TV, the news broadcast showed the city’s richest man spending a fortune to rent out New York’s most luxurious hotel for his daughter’s college celebration party.