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Carrie’s world shatters when she loses her beloved daughter, Stacey, to a cruel illness, leaving her heartbroken and alone. Just when she thought she could count on her husband, Alpha Maximus, to support her through the darkest time, he chooses to prioritize his own pleasure over the final wish of a dying child. As Carrie grapples with grief, she discovers betrayal lurking closer than she ever imagined—her own stepsister, Lalaina, has taken her place in Maximus's heart, flaunting their relationship with a callousness that cuts deep.
With rage and heartbreak fueling her, Carrie decides to leave the life that has become a façade of happiness for others. But as she confronts the tangled web of lies and treachery surrounding her, will she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will the emotional toll of betrayal weigh her down? As the confrontation escalates, the lines between love and hate blur, and Carrie is forced to question everything she thought she knew about family, loyalty, and her own worth.
Navigating a world where trust has been shattered, Carrie must choose between revenge and healing. With stakes higher than ever, can she rise from the ashes of her past, or will she be consumed by the very darkness that seeks to destroy her?
He Chose My Step-sister Over My Dying DaughterCHAPTER 1
"Mommy! I want to see the lanterns!" Stacey squealed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. That was my daughter’s final wish— to witness the Lantern Festival one last time.
I pleaded with Alpha Maximus, her father, to grant her this dying request. Stacey was gravely ill, and our time together was running out.
"Carrie, I have a lot of things to do, but I’ll try to take her to the festival," Alpha Maximus would always say, his familiar excuse echoing in my mind.
I could see the flicker of hope in Stacey's eyes, believing that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t let her down this time.
"Mom, I want to fly my lantern, and I hope Daddy comes with me," she said, her smile fragile and tender.
"Of course, darling. We’ll just hope for the best," I reassured her, fighting back the tremor in my voice. "But remember, Mommy will always be with you."
Friday evening arrived—the night of the festival. I waited, hoping Maximus would show up. Instead, I received a message: he couldn’t make it; work was keeping him.
"Where's Daddy?" Stacey asked, the shadow of disappointment creeping into her eyes, cutting me deeper than any knife.