Blurb：
A chilling tale of psychological thriller and revenge. After enduring a traumatic childhood with a paralyzed father and unfaithful mother, our protagonist vanishes for years only to resurface as a nanny for the Davis family. What starts as a peaceful live stream titled “A Day in the Life of a Nanny” quickly descends into horror when Chloe Davis and her parents become victims of a meticulously planned attack. Set in Greenvale, this story explores themes of disability, vengeance, and justice gone wrong. Follow the investigation as police unravel why a seemingly kind nanny would paralyze Chloe Davis and destroy an entire family. The live stream massacre leaves viewers questioning who the real monster is in this dark narrative of eye-for-an-eye retribution.
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In the second year after my dad became paralyzed, my mom started having affairs.
Every night, my mom would bring different men home, making so much noise all night that I couldn’t sleep.
A month later, my mom finally saved enough money to buy a wheelchair for my dad.
That night, my dad struggled to move the wheelchair, tumbled from the fifth-floor balcony. He died unnoticedly and unmournedly.
My mom jumped from the same spot. Headfirst. She was gone before she hit the ground.
After that, I disappeared for a whole year.
Three years later, a horrific crime shook our city—a family was nearly wiped out.
Two elderly people died on the spot, and their daughter was stabbed in the spine, leaving her permanently paralyzed.
A three-year-old boy is still missing to this day.
And I, the one who did it all, stood calmly amid the bloodshed, smiling into a live-stream camera…
When the police arrested me, it caused a city-wide uproar.
Major media outlets and a crowd of thousands surrounded the police station. The air was thick with rage.
Someone held up a banner—”Make the Murderer Pay! An Eye for an Eye!”
Many others felt that a quick execution was too lenient for me. They wanted me to suffer, to be torn apart
The officers who arrested and interrogated me were also burning with rage.
If it weren’t for the law, I would’ve been killed by them ten thousand times over.
And this was exactly what I wanted to see.
Twelve hours earlier, I had started my first live stream from the Davis family villa.
The stream was titled: A Day in the Life of a Nanny
In the morning, as soon as I arrived at the Davis residence, the elderly couple warmly welcomed me inside.
On the dining table, there were steaming hot milk and toast.
As I enjoyed the breakfast, Mrs. Davis sat beside me, making a small talk.
She said she felt a special connection with me, as if I were her long-lost daughter, and we had endless things to talk about.
After breakfast, my work for the day was simple—watering plants and light cleaning.
For anything heavy, Mr. Davis would help me.
The live chat was filled with praise for the Davis family. Such kind people… So generous…
Some even said that working as a nanny for such a family was a dream job.
Yeah, during the two years I had been away from Greenvale, I had dreamed of this day every single moment.
So much so that when I swung the baseball bat at the Davis family, my hands trembled with excitement.
I had mixed a small amount of poisonous mushrooms into the dinner.
One by one, they collapsed on the floo. They paralyzed and unable to move, but still conscious.
I stood over them, metal bat in hand.
Under the terrified gazes of the them, I swung the bat with full force and smashed it down on their heads!
The elderly couple fell into a pool of blood and soon stopped moving.
The only one left, Chloe Davis, had tears and snot streaming all over her face, her features twisted with fear and rage.
Perhaps the effects of the poison had worn off a bit, as Chloe Davis managed to choke out: “How much money do you want? I’ll give you anything. Why… why are you doing this?”
I asked, “Do you know what it feels like to be disabled?”
Chloe Davis trembled all over, too scared to answer.
I smiled and said, “You’re about to find out.”
I moved behind her, aimed carefully at the base of her spine, and swung with all my strength. I’d rehearsed the move in my mind a thousand times!
After a scream, Chloe Davis passed out from the pain, blood pooling beneath her.
To make sure she was permanently paralyzed, I struck a few more times.
After finishing all this, I sat on the floor, feeling a sense of relief. I looked straight into the live-stream camera and smiled sincerely.
The chat was filled with insults—”psycho,” “monster,” “maniac.”
I smiled even wider, clutching my stomach uncontrollably until tears streamed down my face.
Soon, I was arrested by the city police.
In the interrogation room, an older officer yelled at me in rage, “Two dead, one injured—Chloe Davis is permanently disabled!”
“What was the point?!”
I smiled and said, “Not two dead and one injured—three dead and one injured.”
“Chloe Davis has a three-year-old son. I dropped him off at daycare. Want to guess where he is?”
The older officer stood up furiously, “You didn’t even spare a three-year-old? You’re a monster!”
I said, “Sorry, my mistake. The little guy is still alive.”
“But… I just can’t remember where I left him.”
“If you agree to my terms, maybe I’ll recall some clues.”
The officer suppressed his anger, “What terms do you want?”
I said lightly, “I demand that the entire interrogation be live-streamed. Let the whole city participate in this trial!”
To save the missing boy, the police had no choice but to agree to my request.
Soon, the glass window outside the interrogation room was lined with cameras of all sizes.
Various streaming platforms and even television stations began broadcasting my interrogation live.
A group of reporters fired sharp questions at me.
“The elderly Davises were so kind—why did you kill them?”
“Lily Anderson, are you mentally ill, or were you just born evil?”
“You killed people and live-streamed it—are you that twisted?”
…
The crowd’s words were harsh and piercing, but instead of anger, I felt exhilarated!
Three years ago, the Davis family had spent a fortune to suppress the media storm. Now, under public outrage, the truth would finally break through the surface!
I had waited three long years for this moment!
It took me a long time to calm my excitement before I slowly began recounting what had happened back then.
Three years ago, I was admitted to a top provincial university with a full scholarship thanks to my outstanding grades.
During the summer after graduation, my best friend, Chloe Davis, and I took part-time jobs at a local karaoke bar.
I worked in the kitchen, moving beer kegs and cutting fruit, while she was a waitress at the front.
Back then, Chloe was my closest friend—we were practically inseparable…
As I spoke, the live chat was flooded with hate.
Viewers called me a monster for harming someone as good as Chloe and her parents!
Curses and wishes for my death filled the screen.
They were right—I should have died long ago.
Three years ago, on the night my parents died, I had already died inside.
The person living now, Lily Anderson, is a vengeful ghost wandering the earth, with only one goal—to drag the Davis family down to hell with me!
I ignored the hateful comments and continued calmly.
One night, my dad came to pick me up after work on his electric scooter, as usual.
He saw Chloe in the alley behind the bar, being dragged into a corner by seven or eight men. Her clothes were torn and scattered everywhere..
By the time my dad saw her, she was already half-conscious from the assault, her eyes rolled back in her head.
My dad shouted, “Stop!” and rushed in to save her.
The drunk men retrieved metal baseball bats from their luxury car’s trunk. They surrounded my father and beat him mercilessly.
After my shift, I found my dad lying in a pool of blood near the back door and immediately called an ambulance.
But it was too late.
My dad survived, but he was paralyzed from the waist down and needed medication for life.
My mom sold everything we had and borrowed from every relative and friend just to cover the surgery costs.
The ongoing monthly medical bills of over ten thousand dollars were beyond what we could afford.
To get justice for my dad and secure compensation, I reached out to Chloe, hoping she would testify against the perpetrators.
But Chloe refused to press charges and wanted to drop the matter.
I couldn’t understand it. Those rich bastards had not only assaulted Chloe but also crippled my dad.
As a victim, why would she stay silent?
Helpless, I begged Chloe repeatedly to testify in court.
After my persistent pleading, Chloe finally agreed to testify. But her testimony was a lie.
In court, she brazenly claimed she had never been assaulted and never saw my father get beaten.
With Chloe’s help, those rich scumbags walked free.
Our family was fined thirty thousand dollars for “disturbing the peace.”
After the court’s ruling, we couldn’t even afford rent—the three of us had to sleep under a bridge.
Without money for medication, my dad would die!
One day, during a heavy rain, my mom and I took turns carrying my paralyzed dad, soaked and kneeling outside Chloe’s family’s doorstep.
All three of us knelt and kowtowed, begging Chloe to have mercy and give us a way to survive!
Chloe stood at the door, looking down at us with contempt.
“Serves you right for meddling.”
Bang—
The door slammed shut. No matter how desperately I pleaded, Chloe never looked back again.
Chloe called the police, and officers escorted our family away.
After that, my mom and I tried seeking help from the media and legal aid, taking Chloe to court for perjury.
But the Davis family was wealthy—they easily paid off the right people to suppress the story.
The media lost interest once the story lacked sensationalism and stopped covering us.
Meanwhile, my dad’s condition was critical—we were running out of time.
Out of options, I dropped out of school to work full-time.
My mom and I worked daytime shifts at a factory, counting pieces, and nights at a diner, washing mountains of dishes.
After midnight, we’d return home to clean my dad’s bedridden messes.
Even working ourselves to the bone, we barely scraped together enough for his medication.
The doctor suggested a wheelchair. He said getting my father outside would be good for him.
But we’d sold everything. We couldn’t scrape together a single extra coin.
In desperation, my mother made a choice.
One day, returning from work, I heard heavy breathing inside our home.
I opened the door to find my mom on the bed, staring at me in panic and shame.
Afterward, the man tossed a stack of cash on the table and hurried out.
We only had one room—my mom’s clients were separated from my dad’s sickbed by a mere curtain…
A week later, my mom finally saved enough for a brand-new wheelchair.
With the leftover money, she even bought pot roast from a street vendor.
The three of us sat around the table, eating meat like it was a feast.
That day was the happiest our family had been since my dad was crippled.
That night, my dad quietly got out of bed, wheeled himself to the balcony, and threw himself off.
The next day, we found his body cold on the ground below.
After my dad’s death, my mom disappeared for three months.
When I saw her again, she followed my dad’s path—jumping from the fifth floor. Headfirst. She was gone before she hit the ground.
She left me a letter and a thick stack of cash.
In the letter, she told me to forget everything. To go back to school. To study hard, get into a good university next year, and start my life over.
My whole life, I had always listened to my mother.
This time, I was going to disappoint her…
My dad beaten to paralysis, my mom driven to selling herself, both leaping to their deaths.
Meanwhile, Chloe—the one who started it all—moved into a new villa, attended a top university, and lived her dream life!
How could I forget such blood-soaked hatred? How dare I forget!
Chloe, your family had money and power—you could crush my parents, tear my family apart.
But how dare you provoke someone with nothing left to lose, someone who only wants to die?
I no longer had the courage to start over.
But I had all the courage and willpower to drag you down to hell with me!
Chloe, enjoy your happiness while it lasts.
I’ll soon strip everything from you and make you taste despair!
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