They Said They Loved Me, But I'm Already Dead

I died on the day my family threw a lavish birthday banquet for the fake heiress.

While I was being held by their enemies, making desperate call after call, they were celebrating Diana Henson.

"Today is Diana's birthday. I don't want to lose my temper with you, but if you insist on being this stubborn, don't bother coming back to the Henson family."

Those were the words from my own flesh and blood. My biological parents, my biological brother—they all treated me like the villain. Because of what he said, the kidnappers tortured me for seven straight hours.