He Threatened My Parents For His Assistant, Not Knowing She Was His Sister Novel – Chapter 1 My teenage sister was struck by a drunk driver on her way home from high school. The driver was my husband’s sweet-talking junior assistant. After a grueling, failed emergency surgery, the doctors pronounced her dead. Consumed by grief, I filed a lawsuit immediately, determined to put her killer behind bars. But on the morning of the trial, I received a video that made my blood run cold. My aging parents were tied to chairs in an abandoned factory, heavy blocks of C4 strapped directly to their chests. My husband looked down at me, his eyes entirely devoid of warmth. “Drop the charges, Claire,” Ethan Vance said, his voice dropping to a freezing whisper. “If you don’t call off the lawyers, I can’t guarantee those timers won’t hit zero.
Your sister is already dead, so why are you trying to ruin another young girl’s life?” “If Lily hadn’t suddenly lunged into the street, Scarlett wouldn’t have panicked and hit the gas instead of the brake,” he snapped, his lip curling. “When it comes down to it, your sister brought this on herself.” The realization hit me like a physical blow. Ethan thought the girl who died on the asphalt was my little sister, Chloe. That was why he was willing to strap bombs to my parents’ chests. He was doing all of this just to force me to sign a liability waiver for his mistress. I forced a cold laugh through my gritted teeth. “Withdrawing a wrongful death lawsuit requires the signature of the immediate next of kin,” I said. “I don’t have the authority to sign that for her.” Ethan was famous for being a fiercely protective older brother. If his precious sister so much as scratched her finger, he would tear the entire city apart to find who was responsible. When she entered high school, he became paranoid that some local delinquent would take advantage of her.
He immediately shipped her off to an elite, all-girls boarding school where tuition cost over a hundred thousand dollars a year. Seeing me refuse to sign the paperwork, his face darkened instantly. “I’m telling you what’s going to happen, Claire, not negotiating with you,” he growled. “Scarlett just graduated from college. Will you only be satisfied once you’ve completely destroyed her entire future?” “Besides, it’s not like your sister was going to carry on your family name anyway—she would’ve just changed it when she got married,” he added, his tone dismissive. “I’ll write your parents a massive settlement check. Consider it financial compensation for their troubles.” He glanced back at the elderly couple tied to the chairs, a threatening glint in his eyes. “You’d better make up your mind quickly, because I don’t know when those fuses are going to blow.” Looking at the absolute confidence radiating from him, my heart withered into ash.
To keep Scarlett Sinclair out of prison, he was casually gambling with the lives of the people who raised me. The digital timer on the explosives flickered, the red numbers counting down. The pain in my chest was blinding. “Are you even human, Ethan?” I screamed, tears finally spilling over. “The girl who was crushed under those tires was our sister!” His gaze icy, he stepped closer to correct me. “She was your sister, Claire,” he hissed. “Not mine.” A bitter, hollow laugh escaped my lips. The moment I used the word our, he couldn’t wait to draw a line in the sand and distance himself. If he knew the truth—if he knew exactly whose blood had stained that road—would he still be holding a knife to my throat for a waiver? When Ethan was eighteen, his parents passed away, leaving behind a massive inheritance. His greedy uncles had kidnapped the siblings in an attempt to steal the estate. To give Ethan a chance to escape and call for help, his little sister had stayed behind, intentionally drawing the kidnappers’ attention.
She was trapped in that warehouse, enduring three days and nights of brutal torment. By the time the police finally located her, she was barely breathing. From that day forward, Ethan swore a solemn oath to shield her from every danger in the world. Thinking of the horrific trauma she had already survived once before, a heavy sigh caught in my throat. “Do you have any idea what happened that night, Ethan?” I asked, my voice trembling. “She was still breathing after the initial impact. Scarlett was terrified that the medical bills and long-term rehab would ruin her career, so she shifted into reverse and drove back over her body.” Ethan didn’t even blink. He simply tossed a legal release form onto the table in front of me. “That was just a terminal reflex, nothing more,” he said, flipping through his phone. “Living as a vegetable would have been a curse anyway. Dying quickly so your parents can secure a massive payout is a practical upgrade.” The utter contempt in his eyes pulled me down into a dark, bottomless abyss. “She was crossing the street to buy a cake for your birthday,” I whispered. “That’s why she was there.” He looked down his nose at me, his expression completely vacant. “She only did that to suck up to my family,” he sneered. “I never asked for it.” “Sign the papers,” he demanded, digging his fingers brutally into my shoulder.
He forced my head up, making me look at my parents, who were shivering in terror under the weight of the explosives. There were less than three minutes left on the digital clock. I bit my lip until the taste of iron filled my mouth. “If my father hadn’t used every single one of his political and business connections to crush your uncles, do you think you’d be sitting in the CEO chair today?” I demanded. Ethan scanned my parents’ pale, wrinkled faces with nothing but disgust. “They only helped me because they wanted to ensure their daughter secured her spot as the wife of a billionaire,” he shrugged. That single sentence shattered the last remaining piece of my soul. Digging my fingernails into my palms, the words forced their way past my teeth. “Fine,” I breathed. “I’ll sign.” A satisfied smirk spread across his face. He nodded toward the heavily armed guards standing by the door. “Cut them loose.” He turned back to me, his voice dripping with warning. “I am broadcasting this signed waiver across every media platform.
Don’t even think about trying to appeal this later.” A second later, my phone buzzed with a notification. Ethan had wired ten million dollars to my account. “Consider this the blood money for your sister,” he said, pocketing his pen. “Keep your mouth shut, and never go near Scarlett again.” Staring at the string of zeros on the screen, I tapped the screen and instantly reversed the transaction. “Keep your money,” I said quietly. “After all, I’m not the victim’s family.”