My Family Sacrificed My Sister Chapter 07
It was a small flat I’d arranged for Camilla before I left the country.
On her eighteenth birthday, I’d been forced overseas, and the
apartment was all I could give her.
That night, Maria came with the backup drive.
She also carried an old tin box.
“This was under Camilla’s pillow. I was afraid someone would
throw it away, so I took it.”
Inside was everything I’d ever sent back from abroad-
postcards, a necklace, candy wrappers, birthday cards.
And there was a diary.
The first page read: [Vesper said home isn’t about blood. It’s
about who stands by you.]
I stared at those words, my fingers slowly curling tight.
Maria stood nearby, crying.
I flipped to the back:
[Sienna came home. Mom cried so hard. I was happy for her
at first. She finally found her real daughter.]
[But Mom gave Sienna my room today. She said I needed to
be understanding.]
[Tristan says I’ve become too sensitive.]
Leo says I owe Sienna.]
Julian canceled my card and said I should learn how
ordinary people live. Is this how ordinary people live? With
no one listening to you?]
The last page was written in shaky handwriting:
[They said I’m a match.]
I don’t want to donate. I’m scared.]
[Vesper, when are you coming back? I’m so scared.]
I closed the diary.
Outside, the city lights glittered.
I called my private investigation team.
Dig into Sienna.”
“Medical records, contacts, social accounts, financials-
everything from before she joined the Vance family, Leave nothing out.”
I paused.
“Especially look into whether someone taught her how to perform.”
The results came back faster than I expected.
Before becoming Sienna Rossi, she’d gone by Linn.
Her adoptive parents split when she was young, and she’d
been raised by her grandmother. Life had been hard.
She’d been drifting through underground casinos and dark
web livestream platforms since she was eighteen, and she was
extremely skilled at playing the victim for money.
Her chronic kidney disease was real.
But she’d already been evaluated for transplant options at
several hospitals before joining the Vance family, and the
legitimate medical consensus was clear–immediate
transplant was not recommended.
And non–consensual donation from a relative was absolutely
out of the question.
So she’d changed tactics.
She needed a “willing” donor–someone guilty enough,
isolated enough, and defenseless enough.
Camilla fit perfectly.
The investigator sent me the recovered chat logs.
Linn had been in frequent contact with a man named Alex, a
medical broker who specialized in connecting wealthy clients
with gray–market clinics.
In one conversation, she asked him: (If a family member was
unwilling to donate, was there a way to make them “look willing“?]
Alex replied: [With video, a family member’s signature, and
sedation records, you could get through most reviews.]
There was also a voice message.
“She’s healthy. Losing one kidney won’t kill her.”
“Once she’s sick, weak, and useless, the Vance family will stop
comparing me to her.”
“The Vance family can only have one daughter.”
I listened to the recording, and my hand tightened until the
cigar between my fingers crumbled to dust.