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They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

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Chapter 2: Her Last Breath

From the dining room, Ebere's voice rang out again, sweet and melodious, masking her cruelty. "But, Mom, she's

my sister, and today is her sweet sixteen, too. | know she's always hated me, always trying to hurt me, but I like

her," she said with a mock innocence that earned a chorus of approval. "You all continue here. I'll go and give her

scake."

The room erupted into cheers of praise.

"You're too kind, Princess!"

Ebere left the dining room, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she made her way toward the storage room.

From her place beneath the stairs, Nnenna felt her heart sink. 'Cake? Giving cake to someone severely ill?"

She wanted to lock the door, to keep Ebere out, but her body refused to move. She was too weak. Her muscles

wouldn't obey her commands. All she could do was listen to the sound of Ebere's approaching footsteps.

The door creaked open. Ebere didn't bother to knock, of course. She stepped inside, closing it firmly behind her,

and turned to face Nnenna with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Sister, | brought you scake. How are you feeling?"

Nnenna stayed silent, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

In the past, she might have tried to muster the strength to respond, to maintain a facade of civility. But after

everything, Ebere's sabotage, her lies, her cruelty, Nnenna refused to waste her energy.

"Don't be like this, sister," Ebere chided, setting the plate of cake down on a small table and pulling up a wooden

chair. "It's my birthday, after all."

Her voice was soft, but her words dripped with mockery. She tilted her head, studying Nnenna's pallid face, her

twisted smile growing wider.

"It seems you won't last much longer," Ebere continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "That's good. I'll finally

be rid of you."

Her face contorted, the mask of sweetness giving way to something darker, more manic.

"You know," Ebere began, her voice low, venom laced in every word. "I never liked you. When Father brought you

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hthat year, | could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at you.

With sympathy. Pity. You, the so called favored daughter of his fallen sworn brother." She sneered, her lips curling

in disdain.

Her words were daggers, stabbing into Nnenna's fading consciousness.

"Fortunately for me, your parents are dead, and you'll never reclaim that title. Even if you could, | would never

let you. Never. You would be dead before it happened, because | will never let you stand above me."

Ebere leaned closer, her face twisted into a cruel smile. "You can die peacefully now... or not. Either way, it

doesn't matter."

She straightened, brushing imaginary dust off her dress as if to cleanse herself of Nnenna's presence. "Don't

worry, I'll make sure to tell them why. I'll make sure no one will miss you." She smirked one last time.

"Happy Sweet Sixteen, sister."

With a mocking bow, Ebere threw the plate of cake onto the stony bed, the icing smearing across the rough

surface. Then, without sparing Nnenna another glance, she turned toward the door.

Once there, she paused. Her face grew calculating, her movements precise. Ebere reached up, scattering her

perfectly styled hair into disarray.

She tore at her pristine princess gown, creating jagged rips along the edges, and added shallow scratches to her

face with her fingernails, enough to appear convincing, but not deep enough to leave scars.

When satisfied with her handiwork, she let out a piercing scream.

"Mom! Dad! Something is wrong with sister!"

Her voice echoed through the halls as she bolted from the room, tears welling in her eyes as she sprinted toward

the dining hall. She threw herself into her eldest brother's arms, trembling tically.

The eldest prince, Somto, who hated physical contact, made an exception this time. He lifted her into his arms,

allowing her to bury her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. Others rushed to the storage room.

"Si-sister," Ebere stammered between gasps, her voice muffled against his tunic. "She suddenly sprang up and...

and hurt me! I-1 had to push her away and run for help."

Somto frowned, irritation flashing across his normally calm face. He hated noise, and the chaos surrounding this

situation grated on his nerves. Still, he carried her toward the commotion.

By then, the Queen and King had already barged into the tiny storage room, gasping at the sight before them.

Servants flooded the cramped space, pulling Nnenna's pale, lifeless body from the cold, unforgiving ground.

Queen Chioma screamed, clutching her chest as though the sight of the dead girl was an affront to her senses.

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"How does someone just die like this?" Somto muttered under his breath. His fists clenched, the unfamiliar

weight of sympathy stirring deep within him.

The dining hall was now silent as the news spread. Yet the second prince, Obinna, sneered, breaking the heavy

silence with a dismissive scoff.

"Finally, this dead weight is gone. It's about time."

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Obinna's lips curled in disgust as he

crossed his arms. In the far corners

of his mind, he worried: rein as

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business strategies, the ideas that

had earned him the title of financial

genius. Who would help him now?

The third brother, Abuchi, shook his head, a mix of irritation and resignation on his face.

She's dead.

His gaze lingered on the body, now growing cold as the servants hesitated over what to do next. ‘Where am |

going to find a replacement for her?"

He turned to the housekeeper, his voice void of emotion. "Throw her at the back of the mountain. Let the

animals feed."