My Three Elite Brothers Shattered After My Death

Chapter 8

Sophia rushed forward, but the moment her fingers brushed Alexander's arm, he shoved her away with brutal force.

"Don't touch me!"

His voice was raw, ragged, and the sheer fury in it sent Sophia stumbling backward. Her eyes widened, and within seconds, tears spilled down her cheeks—perfectly timed, perfectly rehearsed.

But this time, Alexander didn’t fall for it.

His bloodshot gaze swept over the cowering servants, his voice a thunderous demand:

"Where is the body that was here? Where did you take it?"

The servants trembled, pressing themselves against the walls. Finally, one dared to speak, his voice shaking.

"Y-Young Master, the third young master ordered it burned. He said... it was too filthy to keep."

"We just finished disposing of it..."

Alexander's vision darkened. His knees buckled.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The phone in his clenched hand blared to life.

I glanced at the screen—Nathaniel calling.

The moment Alexander answered, Nathaniel's voice cracked through the line, thick with tears.

"Evelyn—oh God, Evelyn, please say something. I was wrong. We were all wrong!"

Alexander swayed, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

Nathaniel sobbed. "Evelyn, little sister, why won’t you answer me? Are you angry? It’s my fault—I should have known. It was Sophia all along! She set you up!"

"That day—she gave you the allergen on purpose. I should have believed you. Please... please forgive me."

I stood in the shadows, lips curling into a cold smirk.

Nathaniel was a rising star in the music industry, his career built on the songs I had written for him behind the scenes. That morning, Sophia had slipped me that packet of allergen-laced seasoning, and I’d been foolish enough to believe things were finally looking up.

Especially that day—I’d composed a song for Nathaniel’s two-year debut anniversary. A gift. A celebration.

And instead, because of Sophia’s lies, my brothers had dragged me into that cellar and left me to suffocate.

Luckily, I’d been too excited to keep quiet. I’d told the studio team about the song—and about the seasoning packet Sophia gave me.

If only Nathaniel had bothered to ask sooner.

Too late.

Affection that comes after death is worthless.

Alexander staggered, clutching his chest as if struck.

He’d misjudged Evelyn.

And now, it was too late to fix it.