My Sister's Deadly Scam - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My sister has always had one obsession—striking it rich overnight.
Blinded by greed, she engineered a "freak accident" that left the Kramer family's golden grandson bleeding out on a construction site—a steel rod straight through his chest. Then, like some kind of saint, she swooped in, playing the hero. She rushed him to the hospital, donated 800cc of her own blood, and vanished before anyone could thank her.
To the world, she was a selfless stranger who saved a life and disappeared. But I knew the truth—she was banking on the Kramers' gratitude paying out bigger if she played hard to get.
And I didn't stop her. Worse—I stood guard in that hospital hallway, making sure no one caught on.
In my last life, I'd seen her plotting this whole thing. I'd warned her—messing with the Kramers was suicide. She'd smiled, patted my cheek, and called me smart.
Then, on our way home, she "accidentally" shoved me off the steel mill roof.
I died impaled, eyes wide with betrayal.
She blamed me for ruining her big payday.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before the "accident."
This time? I'd let her dig her own grave.
The Kramer boy was still in surgery when I found Julia by the window, donating blood like some kind of martyr. Her designer dress was smeared with crimson, her face the picture of angelic concern.
To anyone watching, she was a guardian angel.
Only I knew she was the devil who'd put that kid in the OR.
The nurse withdrew the needle, but Julia clutched her arm. "Take more if he needs it! I couldn't live with myself if he didn't make it!"
The nurse practically teared up at her "generosity." "You've already given more than enough."
Julia bowed humbly—then dodged giving her name. Of course she did. Her details were already on the blood receipt. She wanted the Kramers to chase their mysterious savior.
Because when billionaires owe you, the payout's even bigger.
The second the nurse left, Julia's act dropped. She dug her nails into my arm.
"Not a word," she hissed. "We're in this together. If I go down, you're going with me."
Last time, I'd fought back.
This time? I smiled. "Of course. You're my sister. When you get your reward, just toss me a front desk job, okay?"
Julia smirked, wiping blood off her hands like it was dirt. "Pathetic. You'll never make it on your own. Lucky for you, I'll throw you a bone—maybe make you my secretary."
I nodded, playing the meek little sister.
Last life, defiance got me killed.
This life? I'd help her right off the cliff.
She dragged me toward the elevators—just in time to crash into Albert Kramer himself, New York's crown prince of power and money.
Game on.