Dad’s Regret After Killing Me for Ex’s Daughter Chapter 05
Looking back, Edward and the servants couldn’t even bear to look at my remains, let alone clean them up. Their faces contorted with horror as they backed away from the fire house door, several covering their mouths to stifle their gasps.
“Mr. Edward, what do we do?” one of the female servants asked, her voice trembling as her eyes darted between the charred body and the housekeeper. “I can’t touch… that. I just can’t.”
Edward’s face had aged ten years in the span of minutes. His hands shook as he removed his white gloves deliberately, almost ceremonially, and threw them to the ground. The gesture carried the weight of three decades of service, now ended.
“I quit,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the horrified silence. “And I suggest you all do the same. No job is worth this.”
His declaration sparked an immediate ripple effect. The other servants began nodding and murmuring in agreement, fear spreading through them like wildfire.
“He killed his own daughter,” whispered an older maid, crossing herself. “His flesh and blood.”
After all, they were hired as household staff, not morticians. They were Omegas, the lowest rank in werewolf society, accustomed to cleaning floors and preparing meals-not disposing of murdered pack members.
Moreover, many of them had just seen my charred wolf remains, creating a psychological trauma that no amount of money could erase from their minds. The image would haunt their dreams for years to come.
A younger Omega male servant tugged at Edward’s sleeve. “If he would do this to his Beta daughter, what would he do to us Omegas? We’re nothing to him.”
This sparked a new wave of panic among the staff.
“He’ll kill us all to hide what he’s done!” hissed another. “When the Alpha comes asking questions-”
“-we’ll be the next ones in the fire house,” finished a third, eyes wide with terror.
Even with the promise of doubled wages, none of them would consider staying in this house anymore. Self- preservation overrode any financial consideration.
“I’m running, not just quitting,” one maid said, already backing away from the fire house. “The neighboring pack will take in Omega refugees. Better to be homeless than dead.”
“Exactly. If he can burn his own daughter alive, what would stop him from silencing us?” another servant said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “We’re witnesses now.”
Every servant present decided to flee immediately. With frantic movements, they removed their gloves, aprons, and uniforms, gathering only their most essential belongings before departing with quick, determined steps. Their fear was so palpable it hung in the air like smoke.
Edward was the last to leave. He had worked here for many years, serving the family long before I was born. His loyalty had been absolute-until today.
A younger servant approached him hesitantly as they walked toward the staff quarters. “Mr. Edward, shouldn’t
we report this to Alpha Mason and the pack council? We can’t just leave her body there.”
Edward glanced around nervously, then looked at the young man with an expression of grave warning. “Don’t create trouble for yourself, boy, if you want to continue breathing. The Beta has connections throughout the packs.”
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “But someone will make that call. Someone who isn’t an Omega with nothing to lose.”
The young man nodded slowly, understanding the unspoken message. “I understand. Poor Miss Scarlett. How did she end up with such a monster for a father?”
Even more surprising than the household staff’s departure was the absence of the guards. The Beta mansion typically had six guards patrolling the perimeter-all gone now, their posts abandoned. Word had traveled fast among the pack members.
With so many staff members gone, the mansion suddenly felt empty and silent. The usual bustle of activity had been replaced by an eerie stillness that seemed fitting for a house containing death.
When my father returned home later that evening, he called out three times without receiving an answer. His voice echoed through the empty halls, bouncing back to him unanswered.
“Where is everyone?” he shouted, irritation growing with each second of silence.
Finally, Amber appeared at the top of the grand staircase, descending slowly with a glass of water in her hand. She’d clearly prepared it herself, an unusual task for someone accustomed to being waited on.
“Dad,” she said, her face showing calculated concern, “all the staff have left. Every single one.”
My father froze mid-step, disbelief crossing his face. “All of them? Even the guards?”
“They saw what was in the fire house and ran away like the cowardly Omegas they are,” she explained, handing him the water. “They were saying terrible things-that you’d kill them to keep them quiet. There’s no one left to cook or clean or protect the house.”
My father’s face contorted with rage. He hurled the glass against the wall, where it shattered spectacularly.
“How DARE they?” he roared, his eyes flashing yellow as his wolf surged forward. “Ungrateful Omega trash! After everything I’ve done for them! I’ll hunt them down myself and show them what happens to deserters!”
He stormed toward the security office, presumably to organize a search party, only to find it empty. The realization that he was truly abandoned hit him like a physical blow.
“Scarlett!” he exploded, turning his fury toward me even in my absence.
His face reddened with rage, veins bulging at his temples. “Always Scarlett! You won’t be satisfied until you’ve torn this family apart, will you, you little beast? You’ll be the death of me!”
Watching my father’s furious outburst, I couldn’t help but laugh from my invisible vantage point. Who would have thought that I, dead for so many days, could still cause such delicious chaos in his perfectly controlled world?
He pulled out his phone and tried to call me, his fingers jabbing at the screen with increasing force.
Five calls in a row, all met with silence.
This only fueled his anger further. He paced around the house like a caged animal, cursing at the air, kicking furniture, and punching walls.
Though I was already dead, my heart-or whatever remained of it in this ghostly form-ached painfully as I watched him rage about the inconvenience I’d caused rather than grieve the daughter he’d lost.
So souls can feel heartbreak too? It seemed unfair that death hadn’t freed me from the pain of his rejection.
But Father, I’m already dead. If you’d just look more carefully at the body in the fire house, you’d realize it truly is me. Your daughter. Your blood.
Perhaps in his eyes, I had long ceased to be the obedient daughter he once loved-if he had ever loved me at all.
When Elise first entered our home, I tried to understand him. After all, no one can remain trapped in grief forever, I told myself.
Even though it had only been a year since Mom passed away-a year of watching him perform grief rather than
feel it.
I tried to welcome Elise as family, addressing her respectfully and making space for her in our home. But I soon discovered her true intention was to replace my mother completely, erasing every trace of her existence.
One day, I caught Elise in my parents’ bedroom, rummaging through my mother’s jewelry box.
She had slipped my mother’s silver mating ring onto her finger and was admiring how it looked paired with the matching one my father still wore on his hand.
The mating rings were sacred in werewolf culture-symbols of an eternal bond that not even death was supposed to break. Seeing it on her finger felt like watching her desecrate my mother’s grave.
“That doesn’t belong to you,” I said, my voice shaking with rage.
Elise turned to me with a smirk, deliberately twisting the ring to catch the light. “It suits me, don’t you think? Your father thinks so too.”
That was the first time I ever confronted her physically. I rushed forward, grabbed her wrist, and yanked the ring from her finger, calling her a grave-robbing witch who would never replace my mother.
I thought my father would understand the violation, but when he came running at the sound of our struggle, all I received was a backhanded blow that sent me sprawling across the floor.
“It’s just a ring,” he said dismissively, helping Elise to her feet. “If Elise wants to wear it, she can. How dare you put your hands on her?”
In that moment, I understood the cruel truth behind the saying our pack elders whispered: “When a father’s heart turns, his blood becomes water.”
That day, I gathered all of my mother’s remaining possessions and hid them away. If her husband had forgotten her so completely, I would not.
Even if no one else in the world remembered her, I still would.
My father’s phone rang, interrupting his tirade. His face paled as he checked the caller ID.
“Alpha Mason,” he muttered, composing himself before answering. “Yes, Alpha? Tomorrow? No, everything’s fine here… just a small staff issue…”
After hanging up, he turned to Elise and Amber with poorly concealed panic.
“Mason’s coming tomorrow to check on things. Someone must have told him about the staff situation.” He ran a hand through his hair, mind racing.
“We need to leave-now. We’ll go to the Southern Pack for a few days. I have connections there.”
