The Suicide Note That Hid a Murder

In my past life, my elder brother rushed to the suburbs with all his bodyguards just to create a meteor shower night for his kept mistress, who’d mentioned wanting to watch shooting stars. Taking advantage of his absence, the rival family he’d ruined snuck into our mansion to avenge themselves by wiping out our entire household. My mother shielded me with her life, sustaining critical injuries that left her hanging by a thread. I called my brother countless times, begging him to hurry home and save us. He had no choice but to return with his bodyguards and capture the attackers. Yet terrible news came from the countryside. The mistress had left a suicide note, and her whereabouts were unknown. In the letter, she blamed me, claiming I’d deliberately lure my brother away, leaving her at the mercy of our enemies until she took her own life. My brother burned the letter coldly and told me not to dwell on it. After the incident, my brother faced blame, and Father promised to hand control of the family business over to me. But after the celebration banquet, my brother brutally murdered me in my bedroom. His face devoid of any emotion, he said icily, “A vicious creature like you deserves to die long ago.” “You should have been the one to perish, and the family inheritance ought to be mine!” I died with unclosed eyes filled with resentment. When I opened them again, I heard the rivals breaking down the gates outside the villa.