Chapter 1

Everyone hailed my fiancé, Julian Thorne, as the most principled and reputable attorney in New York.

Yet it was him.

He twisted my sister’s terrified cries during the assault, dismissing them as mere sounds of passion.

All because the rapist was the brother of Seraphina Hayes, the woman he’d grown up alongside and considered family.

My fiancé’s declaration that "no crime had been committed" let the monster walk free. The very day we lost the case, my sister took her own life right on the courthouse steps.

And those who destroyed my sister? They desecrated her ashes, urinating in them before tossing them at my feet.

“Staring at me like that? You have no idea how sweet your sister tasted. It’s been ages since I had that much fun.”

I grabbed a vase and smashed it over his head. The shock sent me spiraling, and I was committed to a mental institution.

“Ever since her sister died, she’s been hallucinating, constantly talking to thin air.”

“What a tragedy, those poor sisters. First one dies, then the other loses her mind...”

Overhearing the nurses’ whispers, Julian Thorne conveniently seized the opportunity to break off our engagement, then proposed to Seraphina, the woman he’d practically grown up with.

After six months in the mental institution, Dr. Albright came to assess me for discharge.

“Do you still see your sister often?”

I shook my head.

“No, I don’t.”

Dr. Albright signed my discharge papers with a satisfied smile.

But they had no idea.

Lila whispered softly in my ear,

“Anya, you’re lying again. You’re finally going to get revenge for me!”

I reached out, touching the air, and smiled.

“Don’t worry, little one. Big sister will make them pay with their lives.”