The Alpha Family’s Lie Chapter 07
He changed the subject, pulling out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corner of my eye.
“Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you!”
“Forget it. What I wanted, you already gave to Zoey.”
I turned my head away from his hand and sneered.
“Right now, I just want to stay alive.”
His throat tightened, and he couldn’t speak.
Only a gaze full of guilt reflected on my face.
After a long while, the hospital door opened again.
Mom and Dad came in carrying bags and bags of things, forcing smiles onto their faces.
“Anya, come see if there’s anything you like!”
They showed me the items one by one.
“The latest phone model, a limited-edition bag, and that diamond necklace you wanted before…”
They listed over a dozen things. My face remained indifferent, and I didn’t glance at any of them.
Mom’s voice gradually faded.
Finally, she started choking up again.
—
“Anya, tell us what you want, okay? Don’t ignore Mom…”
I finally spoke.
My voice was lighter than a feather.
“Take me to that human territories film set. I want to do something.”
My current condition wasn’t suitable for appearing in the human territories, but at my insistence, they still took me to the set.
The moment the director saw me, he instinctively snapped.
“Anya, why are you so late? I’m docking half your pay today!”
Jakub’s face darkened instantly. He was about to speak, but I stopped him.
Looking around, my former colleagues watched me with varied expressions.
Zoey sat not far away, her face unpleasant.
I smiled and said, “Sir, I’m here to treat everyone to coffee.”
“You?”
He snorted disdainfully.
“I’d be thanking god if you didn’t mooch two coffees off our set, let alone treat us?”
“Let me tell you, there are over three hundred people on set now. How many dead bodies would you have to play to afford that?”
Mom and Dad were stunned by the director’s attitude toward me,
—
anger flashing in their eyes.
But I kept smiling.
“Not just coffee. Lunch too.”
With that, I ignored how the director looked at me and turned to my brother.
“Okay?”
He didn’t speak, simply pulled out his phone and made a call.
Soon, coffee and boxed lunches arrived.
The director and actors were dumbfounded.
After all, just two days ago, I was lying on the ground playing a corpse, the lowest rung on the entire set ladder.
Jakub’s assistant distributed the items. I instructed calmly.
“Skip Zoey’s portion.”
Her eyes widened, and she stood up abruptly.
“Why?”
“Because that’s exactly how you treated me before.”
As my words landed, her face instantly crumpled in humiliation.
And my brother, the one who started it all, turned pale.
“Anya…”
“Let’s go home.”
—
I cut him off.
“Don’t bother saying you’re sorry.”
“It’s pointless.”
I went home.
After that small act of revenge against Zoey, I didn’t feel the happiness I imagined. Instead, I felt hollow.
Like suddenly realizing none of this mattered, that it couldn’t make up for the suffering I’d endured.
Instead, it reminded me how wretched those past five years had been.
So, I grew quiet, withdrawn, speaking little.
Sometimes I gazed out the window. Sometimes I rewatched videos of myself playing corpses.
It was truly pitiful.
There was one scene filmed during a hailstorm. I lay on the ground wearing only a thin dress.
Actors ran across me, trampling freely. That pain felt worse than the blood disease.
I remember a sharp rock digging into my back beneath me, but I didn’t dare say anything.
If the director got annoyed, not only would my pay be cut that day, but he’d find ways to retaliate later.
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I endured it out of habit. After the scene, I had to flatter the actors.
Saying things like, “Your performance was amazing.”
Tears welled up before I knew it. My brother smoothly handed me a tissue, his voice trembling.
“Don’t watch anymore, Anya. It’s over…”