My Three Elite Brothers Shattered After My Death

Chapter 2

Ever since our parents died, my three older brothers had made me their entire universe. I was their everything.

One afternoon, I casually mentioned wanting a friend my own age. By sunset the next day, they had gone to an orphanage and returned with Sophia, introducing her as my stepsister.

At first, I welcomed Sophia with open arms, thrilled to finally have someone to share my life with. But that joy twisted into something darker. In front of my brothers, she played the perfect, innocent angel—while behind their backs, she spun lies, framing me for things I never did. Slowly, their love for me turned to suspicion, then to cold disdain.

And now, here I was—locked inside a cramped, airless cellar, accused of triggering Sophia’s allergic reaction.

I slammed my fists against the heavy door until my knuckles throbbed, screaming until my voice cracked. "Let me out! I didn’t do anything!"

But the only replies were their icy, merciless voices from the other side.

"Enough, Evelyn," Alexander, the eldest, snapped. "You’ve caused enough damage. Do you even realize what could’ve happened to Sophia? You could’ve killed her!"

Nathaniel’s voice, usually so composed, was sharp with fury. "We’ve been too lenient with you. That’s why you think you can keep pulling these stunts. Maybe a few days in there will finally teach you some discipline."

Benjamin’s words cut like a knife. "You always play the victim, Evelyn. But this time, you’ve crossed a line."

The metallic clink of chains echoed as Nathaniel secured the door, followed by the scrape of heavy furniture being shoved against it. My stomach dropped.

The air in the cellar grew thinner with every passing minute. My vision blurred, and I collapsed onto the cold floor, gasping for breath.

Then—darkness swallowed me whole.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t inside my body anymore. I was… floating. Watching.

I found myself in the living room of our mansion. My brothers were gathered around Sophia, doting on her as if she were made of glass.

Alexander sat beside her, his voice dripping with affection. "You’re incredible, Sophia. You’ve recovered so quickly."

Nathaniel nodded, his worry etched across his face. "You had us terrified. It’s a relief to see you looking better."

Benjamin handed her a steaming cup of tea, his tone gentle. "The doctor said rest and proper nutrition are key. You need to regain your strength."

Sophia, ever the picture of fragile innocence, tugged on Alexander’s sleeve and gazed up at him with watery eyes. "Alexander, please don’t be angry with Evelyn. It’s my fault. I’m too weak. I… I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt me."

Alexander’s expression hardened instantly. "Don’t defend her, Sophia. She’s selfish and reckless. We’ve indulged her for far too long."

Nathaniel’s jaw clenched, his anger barely contained. "She’s always been jealous and spiteful. And now? Now she’s crossed a dangerous line."

Sophia lowered her head, letting her hair curtain her face as if hiding tears. "I don’t want to cause trouble, but…" She hesitated, then lifted her sleeve, revealing faint red marks on her skin. "I’m fine, really. It doesn’t even hurt anymore."

Benjamin’s eyes darkened as he traced the marks with his fingers. "Does it still sting?"

"No," Sophia whispered, shaking her head, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. "I’ll be okay."

Nathaniel exploded. "Okay? She could’ve killed you, Sophia! And Evelyn hasn’t even tried to check on you—no call, no message. She doesn’t care at all!"

Alexander slammed his phone onto the coffee table. "Bring her here. Now. Drag her out if you have to—I want her on her knees, begging for Sophia’s forgiveness."

Benjamin crossed his arms, his tone glacial. "She’s been pampered for too long. It’s time she learned actions have consequences."

The servants exchanged uneasy glances but didn’t dare disobey.

"Move!" Alexander barked. "And bring the cane. If Evelyn won’t show remorse, maybe pain will teach her a lesson."

"She poisoned Sophia!" Nathaniel roared. "It’s time someone put her in her place."

I hovered there, invisible, as the servants scrambled to obey. My chest burned with a bitterness I couldn’t voice.

My brothers had condemned me without a shred of evidence. They hadn’t even tried to uncover the truth.

The sister they claimed to love was gone—destroyed by their blind devotion to Sophia.