My Three Elite Brothers Shattered After My Death

Chapter 1

My stepsister set me up. She faked an allergic reaction, and my three brothers—my own flesh and blood—locked me in the pitch-black cellar, sealing the door with chains as if I were some dangerous criminal.

I slammed my fists against the heavy door, my strength already fading. "Please! Let me out! I didn't do anything!"

Alexander, my eldest brother—the ruthless business tycoon—stood just beyond the door, his voice sharp as ice.

"Save the dramatics, Evelyn. It's bad enough you torment Sophia constantly, but deliberately feeding her seafood when you knew she was allergic? What kind of monster does that? Stay there and reflect on your actions."

Nathaniel, the rising music sensation with that ever-present smirk, scoffed. "Still playing innocent? Pathetic. No one's buying it."

Benjamin, the so-called artistic prodigy, sneered. "Vile as always. Maybe a few days in the dark will finally knock some sense into you."

They didn’t wait for my response. Instead, they carried Sophia—pale, trembling, the perfect picture of fragility—to the car and sped off to the hospital.

Three days passed before they returned.

I was still there—or at least, what was left of me. A ghost, watching silently as they walked back into the house, Sophia cradled between them like a delicate porcelain doll.

Alexander smiled down at her, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. "You're so strong, Sophia. I'm just glad we got you to the hospital in time."

Nathaniel nodded, his usual arrogance replaced with rare tenderness. "You're recovering so fast. It's a relief."

Benjamin, ever the devoted one, handed her a tray of food. "The doctor said you need to eat well. This will help you regain your strength."

Meanwhile, a maid hovered nervously at the edge of the room, twisting her apron in her hands. Finally, she spoke up.

"Um… Young Masters, Miss Evelyn hasn’t… made a sound from the cellar in three days."

Alexander barely spared her a glance. "And?" He waved a dismissive hand. "Today is a happy day. Sophia’s home. Don’t ruin it by bringing up Evelyn."

The maid hesitated but didn’t push further. Nathaniel shot her a sharp glare. "Don’t waste our time. Evelyn’s probably just throwing another tantrum."

Benjamin scoffed. "She’s just mad she got caught. Serves her right."

Nathaniel smirked. "Seriously, who plans an entire seafood feast knowing someone’s allergic? That’s pure evil."

"And here I thought she was finally trying to make peace with Sophia," Benjamin added with a bitter laugh. "Guess I gave her too much credit."

Sophia, ever the saint, clutched Alexander’s sleeve with trembling fingers, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Evelyn’s been locked up for so long… because of me. What if she’s angry when she gets out?"

Alexander immediately turned to her, his expression hardening. "Don’t worry about her, Sophia. Evelyn’s gotten away with too much for too long. She needed this. Maybe now she’ll learn to treat you with respect."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through our last messages. His jaw tightened. "Not one call. Not one text. She hasn’t even asked about you."

Sophia sniffled, tears glistening in her wide, innocent eyes. "I never wanted to cause trouble. I just wanted to spend time with her. I didn’t mean to take anything from her…"

Alexander sighed, stroking her hair like a doting father. "You’re too good for her, Sophia. She doesn’t deserve your kindness."

Nathaniel sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "She’s the type who’d betray her own family just for attention. Disgusting."

Benjamin crossed his arms, his expression dark. "If she doesn’t come crawling out begging for forgiveness, I’ll throw her out myself."

I stood there, unseen, unheard, listening with a bitter smile.

My brothers had no idea.

Evelyn wasn’t sulking in that cellar.

She was already gone.