Chapter 1

Everyone in Riverside City knows that the Foster family, the richest family in Riverside City, has a strange rule.

A newly married daughter-in-law must chant scriptures in the Ancestral Hall overnight and be safe and sound the next day before she is accepted by the ancestors.

It was originally just a formality, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened when Vincent Foster got married.

The bride died tragically in the ancestral hall, her throat was cut more than ten centimeters long, and the tendons of her hands and feet were twisted and broken.

After checking all the surveillance cameras, they showed that no one except the bride entered the room at night.

Later, Vincent married seven more women, but all of them died tragically in the ancestral hall on their wedding night.

The police investigated endlessly but could not come up with any results, so in the end they could only close the cases as suicides.

Speculations arose in Riverside City. Rumor had it that the Foster family had negative energy and was haunted by ghosts, so no one dared to send their daughters there anymore.

But on this day, I was wearing a red dress and standing gracefully in front of FosterMargaret Foster.

"Foster is always handsome and I have had a crush on him for a long time. I am willing to be his ninth wife."

"Don't worry, our ancestors may not like them, but they will definitely like me."

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My family opened a small bakery on Riverside Avenue.

Every morning before the roosters crow, my sister would go to the store to help my parents.

She is extremely skilled in kneading dough, chopping stuffing, making dumplings and boiling soy milk, but she never lets me get involved.

"Sophia, you are a good student, just study hard."

"I'm at home, we will definitely support you to become a talented person!"

Eight years ago, I became the top scorer of Riverside City in the college entrance examination.

My elder sister, wearing a pure white gauze dress, shyly got into the luxurious wedding car driven by the Foster family.

Everyone envied my sister's good luck. She was just selling cups of soy milk, but she was noticed by Vincent, the heir of the richest family, Foster, and became a wealthy wife.

I was also happy for my sister, but not because of the power of the Foster family, but because of the shy look she showed when she held my hand before she got married.

"Sophia, don't worry about me. Vincent is a very gentle person, and the Foster family is also very kind to me."

"Only if I fly higher will you go further. You will always be my sister who I will do everything in my power to protect!"

In my dream that day, I dreamed that my sister gave birth to a lovely baby, who was so cute and round that he pulled my clothes and called me aunt sweetly.

The next morning, I received the unexpected news of my sister's death.

I rushed to the Fosters' house like crazy and saw them carrying my sister out on a broken stretcher.

My sister's once soft and white hands are now covered in bruises and gray.

The fingertips were covered in blood, and all ten fingernails were forcibly torn open, leaving a bloody mess.

I ignored the dissuasion and pulled the white cloth away.

My sister died in a horrible way. There was a hideous bloody wound more than ten centimeters long on her neck. Her body was twisted in a strange posture, and her eyeballs bulged out like fish.

Her bright red wedding dress was soaked with blood, and even the stretcher was covered with a pool of blood.

I felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

But I heard my father nodding and fawning on Vincent.

"It must be Sophia's fault that something like this happened. She was not favored by the ancestors of the Foster family."

"Foster is young and promising. He will definitely find a better wife in the future. Don't be sad for such a bitch!"

Although my family was poor, my father had always been very good to my sisters and me and had never said a harsh word to me.

In the past, relatives laughed at him for having two money-losing children, and his father even took a kitchen knife to fight them.

For a moment I couldn't believe that these words actually came out of his mouth.

"I didn't expect to marry a psychopath. He committed suicide in the ancestral hall on our wedding day. What bad luck!"

"Get rid of it quickly, it's annoying to read."