After Winning the Lottery My Family Plotted to Kill Me

Our family was so poor that we could barely afford meals, yet the lottery ticket I bought on a whim won me five million dollars.

My little sister’s eyes were red as she rushed over, snatched the ticket, and tried to tear it apart.

Dad, who usually doted on me the most, suddenly held a kitchen knife to my neck and snarled, “If you don’t tear up that damn ticket, I’ll chop off your hand today.”

Even Mom, bedridden and waiting for money to save her life, struggled weakly to sit up and cried out in panic, “Son, you can’t go claim the prize.”