I Killed My Entire Family for RevengeChapter 1
On the day of my daughter's first full month, I did the unthinkable. I gently fed her a bottle filled with sleeping pills.
My parents, who had been bustling about all morning preparing for the celebration, were now lifeless. They lay in a crimson pool of blood, their once-vivid faces frozen in terror.
My wife, Elysia, who had only just emerged from confinement after childbirth, had her legs severed at the thighs. Her pale face was contorted in pain, her life hanging by a thread.
I dialed the police, my voice calm, almost kind, as I informed them of the situation. Then, I sank into the sofa and waited in silence, staring at the blood-streaked walls and the shattered remnants of our perfect life.
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When the police arrived, I was removing the Rolex my father had given me—a symbol of the life they’d lavished upon me. The metallic stench of blood filled the room, making the officers flinch as they stepped inside.
The lead officer’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene and my unnervingly composed demeanor. His voice cracked with fury as he barked, "Did you do this? Why?"
"We already have some preliminary information. You're their only child. The neighbors said your parents adored you, treated you like their whole world. There were no signs of conflict. What could make you do something so horrifying?"
Yes, I am their only son.
My parents were everything a child could ask for—loving, generous, and endlessly supportive. Everyone who knew us envied my life.
Even in love, I had no struggles. I married Elysia after just six months of dating, and a year after our wedding, we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world.
Today is our baby daughter's monthly milestone dinner.
My mother woke at five in the morning, eager to ensure everything was perfect. She gave my aunt the day off, insisting on handling everything herself. At the vegetable market, she chose only the freshest ingredients, carrying heavy bags back home despite the strain on her back. Even when she was visibly tired, she refused my help, brushing off her discomfort with a smile.
After putting the groceries away, she allowed herself a brief rest before walking over to me. She gently touched my daughter’s head, her expression soft and full of love.