Five Years Dead, She Still Wants Money — Novel

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In a world where money and revenge intertwine, Emily Carter rises from the ashes of betrayal. Once a crippled girl who threw herself in front of a car to save Ethan Brooks, she now stands as the wealthiest entrepreneur in America, ready to settle an old score. Five years have passed since he abandoned her, and on the day of her engagement party, she demands payment for the debt he owes—not just in dollars, but in dignity.

As whispers fill the room, Emily’s wrath is palpable, her heart hardened by the past. Ethan, now a ghost on the fringes, watches helplessly as she targets his mother, the last connection to the life he lost. Can a heart once broken find a way to mend, or will the flames of vengeance consume them both? With every moment, the stakes rise higher, and Emily’s thirst for retribution threatens to unravel the very fabric of their shared history.

In this tangled web of love, loss, and the pursuit of justice, can anyone emerge unscathed? Or will the ghosts of their pasts forever dictate their futures?

Five Years Dead, She Still Wants MoneyChapter 1

Emily Carter once threw herself in front of a car to save me, shattering her leg, and yet in her most critical moment, I abandoned her.

When she later limped to find me, she witnessed me falling in love with someone else.

She clutched my hand, demanding to know why I treated her that way.

I splashed wine into her face. “Because you’re crippled! You have no money, no ability—did you think I’d let you drag me down forever?”

Emily collapsed to the ground in tears. With her heart already dead inside, she accepted treatment, recovered, and then began to build her own business.

Five years later, through ruthless means and cunning strategy, Emily rose to become the richest entrepreneur in America.

The very first thing she did after her success was to seek revenge. She wanted me to repay the money I owed her—tens of thousands—at her engagement party, just to humiliate me.

But the one who came to repay her wasn’t me. It was my mother—because I had already been dead for five years.

“Emily, the auspicious hour is here. We should start the ceremony,” Brandon Reed said, holding Emily in his arms with tender joy.