Gone In Luggage, His Regret

Synopsis

Right before my parents passed away, my brother, Charles Hughes, who I'd only met a few times, took me home from the orphanage. He made a vow by their bedside, promising he'd take good care of me. But the moment I walked into that house, I realized being the real heiress was nothing but a cruel joke. Charles thought I was way too plain to be seen in public, so he told everyone I was just the maid's daughter. Violet Hughes, the fake heiress who stole my spot, saw me as a thorn in her side and never stopped plotting against me. That winter, Charles was taking Violet to Switzery to go skiing. I gathered all my courage and begged to come along, but he just pretended to be conflicted. He said, "You don't have an ID, so unless you hide in a suitcase, you can't get on the plane." I trusted him and squeezed myself into that cramped suitcase, just like he said. From outside, I heard him clapping and laughing. "Just fooling her. Like she'd ever be good enough to ski." I sobbed and pounded on the suitcase walls. "Charles, I'll do whatever you say. I won't go, I promise!" Violet kicked the suitcase hard. "Stay in there and maybe you'll finally learn your place." They jetted off to the Altes, and before leaving, they even thoughtfully gave all the servants a whole week off. Trapped in that dark, cramped suitcase, my body slowly stiffened, growing colder and colder until I felt myself freezing up, like I was turning into a corpse. As I let out my last breath, I finally understood. Charles never really saw me as his sister. All those promises were just for show, meant to comfort our dying parents. Fine. Maybe dying wasn't so bad. At least I wouldn't have to be his sister anymore.