Final Desire ,No More MeetingsChapter 1
On the third day after my dream man proposed to me, he told me I was actually the long-lost biological daughter of the Miller family.
“Emmy, I will marry you, and I’ll make sure you are recognized as part of the family.”
I believed the deep affection in his eyes.
But I never expected that once my biological parents found me, I became nothing more than a substitute for the fake daughter, Chloe Miller.
Everything she didn’t like, I was forced to do.
Even the marriage she didn’t want—I was made to take her place.
They knew perfectly well that the man I was to marry was violent, yet my biological parents didn’t even blink.
While preparing wedding gifts for Chloe, they coldly said:
“Since you are our daughter, you must fulfill your duty. This is a marriage alliance. You don’t have the right to pick and choose.”
I went to plead with my fiancé, Daniel Reed: “Didn’t you say you would marry me?”
But he was too busy cracking walnuts for Chloe, not even lifting his head.
“Emily Carter, if you don’t marry into the Brooks family, then Chloe will have to. I’d rather it be you.”
“But don’t worry—when Ryan Brooks no longer wants you, I’ll marry you then.”
Watching the two of them bask in their affection, I finally understood I had been deceived.
On the third day after marrying into the Brooks family, I was beaten until I was crippled—five shattered bones, even my chest cavity torn open.
And on that same day, the man who had promised to marry me, Daniel, was engaged to Chloe.
“When it comes to children, you don’t have to worry. You won’t have to suffer. Emily can be made to carry the baby through IVF.”
“You are my little princess. I could never let you endure any pain.”
But what they didn’t know was that I could never bear children again.
The dead and the ghosts—they cannot give birth.
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After I died, my soul did not disperse. The grim reaper said my resentment was too heavy, my ties unresolved, and I could not be reborn.
So I drifted back to the Miller family mansion.
I watched with my own eyes as the wedding that should have been mine became Chloe’s.
They were busy helping her pick out wedding items—everything from the dress to the house, even the carpets on the floor and the wedding favors for the guests, all imported from abroad.
Suddenly, I heard them complain inside:
“That Emily Carter, who knows where she’s disappeared to!”