My Husband and Brother Killed Me For Her

Chapter 2 A Slap in the Face

My sharp words left both of them completely stunned.

They never expected me to be so petty, demanding Sandra pay me back. After a moment of shock, she quickly switched gears, playing the obedient, sweet girl and made her way to the maid's room.

"Tristan, don't argue with Alisha. It's all my fault," she said, giving me a grateful look. "Alisha's maid's room is much better than my own bedroom. I really should be thankful. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't even know how I'd survive."

I forced a cold smile. "Glad you understand. Now go on, stop standing there like an idiot."

Sandra was right about one thing: her family's situation was dire. Even without the car accident, she would have been barely scraping by.

In my past life, I had someone look into her parents. Her father was an alcoholic, and her mother was a housewife living in a small rural village. Their entire livelihood depended on a tiny piece of land.

At the time, I pitied her and did everything I could to help.

But now... I let out a quiet laugh. Keeping a wolf cub under my watch was the only way to handle it properly.

While Sandra settled in the maid's room, Darron—who was still by my side—kept stealing glances at her room.

Seeing his lecherous gaze brought back memories of my past life, when they snuck around in my bedroom, looking for excitement.

I felt a wave of disgust rise in my chest.

"Alisha, the reason I came here today is to talk about our marriage," Darron said, as though it had just occurred to him.

I stayed silent, letting him talk.

"As for the dowry, my family has decided not to give one. You know how I feel about those outdated traditions."

"Once you marry me, we'll split your family's house and company in half. I'm the man, so it'll be easier for me to manage things. You don't mind, right?"

When I didn't respond, he continued, clearly pleased with himself.

"By the way, you've done well with your sponsorship. Send me this girl's w******p info. I'd like to show my support."

I clenched my fists, my face expressionless. "Is that all?"

Darron sensed something was wrong and frowned. "You're upset? Alisha, you've never been materialistic before."

Without warning, I slapped him hard across the face.

"What the hell are you dreaming about, living off me? Get out."

In my past life, I must have been blind to have ever fallen for someone like him.

Not only did he want me to serve him, but he also took advantage of my family's resources. After I died, he even arranged for someone to sell me out for money.

I watched helplessly as my body was exhumed, taken away, and used for dissection in a research lab.

Meanwhile, those three idiots were living off the money, unaware of the consequences.

"What the hell is this? You're hitting me now? Have you lost your mind?" Darron shouted, completely stunned as he stood up, holding his face in disbelief.

Sandra and Tristan, hearing the commotion, came out of the other room. "What's going on now, Alisha? Can you just calm down for a minute? With a temper like yours, only Darron could put up with you."

Tristan was always like this, blaming everything on me without ever understanding what was really going on. Meanwhile, he acted like the perfect older brother in front of others.

Sandra tried to say something, but I shot her a fierce glare.

She immediately lowered her head, her eyes red with tears.

Darron and Tristan, seeing her tearful expression, looked at each other with lustful eyes, practically drooling.

"Don't cry, sweetie, I am heartbroken."

"Yeah, it's not your fault, sweetie," Tristan added.

I cut them off sharply. "Enough! I said get out, Darron. Now."

"Fine," he sneered. "You'll regret this!"

Darron stormed out, not looking back. But after a while, I heard the sound of his car starting up.

I couldn't help but smirk. Sure enough, he was waiting for me to chase after him and beg him to come back.

Sandra stood there for a moment, staring at the direction Darron had gone, lost in thought. I could only wonder what was going through her mind.

I yawned and went upstairs to bed. It looked like there was more drama to come later.

Just being reborn was exhausting enough, and now I had to deal with their petty bickering. It was draining my energy.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

I checked my phone and saw that Darron had called me several times—an unusual occurrence in itself.