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Logically, with my sister marrying into the Graham family, the media should have been buzzing with this happy news. Yet, there was nothing online, as if nothing had happened with the Graham family.
In interviews, Declan never mentioned his marriage, focusing instead on the Graham Corporation.
As for Nora, after that incident, she seemed to vanish. She didn’t call or visit home.
Our parents were worried but couldn’t reach her, and they were too embarrassed to actively search, fearing it might affect the Graham family’s
view of Nora.
Then, one day, six months later, Nora suddenly returned home looking unwell and vacant. If not for her glamorous attire, one might think she had just been released from prison.
Our parents showered her with concern, which she brushed off with a few dismissive replies.
But when she saw me, she acted strangely and handed me an exquisite gift box.
“Look, sis, I specially picked out this dress for you. It’ll look great on you.”
I opened it for a glance. It was a new Chanel low–cut dress.
Curiously, she only got a gift for me, not our parents. A sense of unease crept over me.
I smiled faintly. “Thanks, sister, but I don’t need it.”
Nora didn’t seem offended by my refusal. She just put the gift down and continued catching up with our parents, saying she planned to stay the night.
When asked about Declan, Nora’s face changed. I could tell she was scared, but she maintained her composure, explaining that Declan was busy, though her eyes often darted toward me.
That made me suspicious. Sure enough, late at night, I overheard noises from my parents‘ room.
It was Nora, crying and complaining to them.
“Dad, Mom, you must help me. Declan Graham is a monster in disguise. I can’t take it anymore.”
Our parents were furious. “How could he be so ruthless? Let’s go to the police. I refuse to believe he’s untouchable.”
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“It’s no use. There’s no evidence. Declan Graham has the entire city under his thumb. If this escalates, he won’t spare us. But luckily, Declan promised me that if I could bring Cora Anderson over to take my place, he’d let me come back home.”
Hearing this, my parents didn’t hesitate. “Then let your sister take your place. We’ve raised her for so many years; it’s time she repays us. But how will you make her agree?”
“She doesn’t need to agree. Tomorrow, I’ll slip some knockout drugs into her food. You just need to cooperate with me.”
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Outside the door, I heard everything clearly. Any remaining affection for my family shattered completely.
That night, I escaped.
