The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 162 Matricide

People always remember the ones who add fuel to the fire, but forget the ones who lit the match in the first place.

Just like how the woman never blamed Karl, even though he told them that the Shaw family already knew about Amelia. Instead, all her anger was aimed at Tristan, the one who pushed for Marcus Ford’s execution.

She went over Karl’s words again and again in her mind, finally landing on two possible explanations—but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t bring herself to consider the second one.

Two days later, the woman got a call from Amelia. That call, out of nowhere, gave her a glimmer of hope in her otherwise depressing situation.

Amelia asked her to meet at the fourth arch of Holly Bridge. She said she felt guilty for all these years and had set aside some money to make it up to her biological parents.

She warned the woman not to use the main entrance of the villa. Instead, she told her to climb out the window and avoid being seen by Karl’s men.

Then she asked if she’d managed to get a picture of Karl. The woman regretted not snapping one when she had the chance.

Amelia comforted her, saying it was okay—there would be other opportunities.

Following the instructions, the woman slid quietly out from the villa and hailed a cab at the roadside, heading straight for the meeting spot.

She got off the taxi and spotted Amelia standing just across, under the bridge arch. Waving briefly, she glanced both ways at the street before jogging over.

But barely three seconds passed before a car suddenly sped up and slammed into her.

Her body was thrown at least twenty meters.

She landed face-down on the pavement. Struggling in pain, she managed to turn her face toward where Amelia had stood. But there was no one there.

She tried lifting her hand, but even that took too much effort. Her eyes—half-lidded—caught the car’s license plate.

No one got out. Instead, the engine roared again, and the vehicle charged straight at her, no hesitation.

And right then, the conclusion she didn’t want to accept became cruel reality—her own daughter wanted her dead.

She closed her eyes. And suddenly, her mind drifted back to the day she gave birth.

Back then, she and Marcus were on the run—top-level fugitives wanted for child trafficking.

They couldn’t risk going to a hospital, so she delivered the baby at home.

Ten long hours of contraction later, her daughter was born—tiny and pink. But two days later, the baby turned yellow, and their panic hit hard.

Ignoring her post-labor pain, they took the child to the hospital, trying not to draw attention.

While there, in the newborn ward, she saw a man in his fifties behaving really oddly. Looking around like he was trying to avoid being seen, the man picked up a baby carefully, swapped it with the one in his arms, and just walked out.

That scene stuck in her mind. Clearly, the baby taken was from some rich or powerful family.

She turned to her husband, glancing down at their daughter. An idea took form.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. For their child’s future, they made the boldest move of their lives—switching babies.

Marcus kissed their daughter gently and with teary eyes, placed her in the crib, taking the other baby with them.

It wasn’t until later they found out—that crib belonged to the Lewis family.

They were overjoyed. In one swoop, their daughter went from fugitive’s child to heiress. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But the problem was the baby they’d taken—she was from the Shaw family. And too dangerous to keep alive.

To make sure no one would ever find out, Marcus strangled the infant.

Yes, they were criminals with blood on their hands now—baby blood. Something they’d sworn off.

But for their child, they’d crossed that line.That night, rain pouring like crazy, they held the cold little body of the baby girl—her face dark and lifeless—and buried her in some out-of-the-way spot.

Soon after, someone snitched, and they ended up in prison.

After doing her time, she thought she’d be free, but nope—got locked up again, living worse than a stray dog.

Her husband, trying to clear the road for their daughter, did everything he could, even if it cost him his life. In the end, he took a bullet.

And her? Even more pathetic—tricked by her own daughter.

She had shut her eyes hopelessly when the car came rushing at her. Darkness swallowed her whole.

The sickening crunch of bones breaking sent chills down most spines, but for Amelia, hiding in the corner, it sounded like music to her ears.

Messier than Diane’s death. At least Diane’s body could still be recognized. This one? Brains everywhere. Couldn’t even tell where her face was.

There were no cameras on that stretch of road. No one had a clue she was even there.

She had spent years worrying that her real parents were still alive. Well, not anymore. Both problems wiped out in one shot. No more nightmares.

Being the child of human traffickers was the biggest stain on her life. She didn’t want that. She wanted to be a Lewis. She wanted the high life.

Back in the car, she was on an emotional high, actually laughing out loud.

"You’re not scared all that joy might come with karma?"

A voice she knew too well echoed.

Eyes wide, Amelia turned around. A pale ghost mask stared right back at her.

She screamed. "What are you doing here?!"

Realizing her tone was off, she quickly corrected herself, "Boss, I mean... what brings you here?"

The masked guy swung his phone around casually. "You look good on camera, so I couldn’t help capturing a few extra shots. Some really nice video too."

Panic hit her like a wave. She knew it—the plan had been exposed. She couldn’t stop shaking.

The man let out a low laugh. "Didn’t expect you’d actually do it. Killing your own mom? That’s some next-level drama. The internet would eat this up."

She got the hint fast. He wasn’t bluffing. He wanted control.

Amelia lowered her head, trying to sound obedient. "Boss, I’ll do whatever you ask. Promise."

The man gave a satisfied nod. "Good. I’ll be waiting for the results. And just so you remember, I’ve got zero patience."

Then he opened the door and got out.

Amelia slumped over the steering wheel, teeth grinding in frustration.

Turns out, he’d been watching all along. Every step, every move—even how she murdered her mom—he already had it all on tape.

Now he was holding all the cards.

There was no backing out anymore. Her only play now was to get rid of Tristan.

But even if she succeeded, would she still be useful to the Masked Man?

With how ruthless he was, and given how she’d tried multiple times to set up Megan, he’d probably tie up loose ends—her included.

That thought made her whole body tense. Clenching her fists tight, she knew she needed a solid plan fast.

She took a deep breath and stepped on the gas.

Since it was the weekend, she decided to head back to Lindon City. A few days ago, Zachary and Stella had gone to Dreamscape Manor to visit Megan.

Clearly, they were ignoring Mrs. Lewis’s warning. Treating the goddaughter better than real family? That was a red flag for Amelia.

Tomorrow was Jason’s birthday. His grandmother had even prepped a special gift just for her. No way she could mess this up.

After tomorrow, she wouldn’t just be the "daughter" of the Lewis family. She’d officially be the second daughter-in-law. The kind of woman every rich girl dreamed of being.