Bloody Revenge: Dear, Please Lay Down Your Weapons!1
When the official arrived, I had already poisoned my foster family.
I thoughtfully hung each one of them in the corridor, including the recently found true daughter of the family.
My foster parents treated me, their fake daughter, exceedingly well, and my foster brother cherished me more than his real sister.
The official was my childhood companion.
"You killed them all, why?" he asked me, having a mental breakdown.
What went around came around.
All the filth couldn't escape my eyes.
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I was covered in blood, my clothes still stained.
Silas Conway stared at the row of bodies in the corridor, his face pale with fear. He drew his sword, pointing it at me in disbelief.
"Did you kill them all? Cecilia, say something!"
Silas, my childhood companion, was once betrothed to me—or rather, to the true daughter of the Stanley family.
The people surrounding me feared I would go on another killing spree, terrified by the scene.
"Tell me, why? Your parents treated you so well, even when they knew you weren't their biological daughter."
Silas lost control, never imagining that the seemingly gentle and obedient me could commit such acts.