The Donna Rose Buried in the Snow Chapter 07

The Donna Rose Buried in the Snow Chapter 07

My parents didn’t learn about my death until the fourth 

day. 

They flew back from overseas. 

The moment they stepped into the funeral home, they saw Damien standing in front of my memorial, clutching that photo from the rose garden. 

My mom rushed forward and shoved him hard. 

Her voice was hoarse from crying. 

“Where’s my Alison? What did you do with her?!” 

My dad didn’t hold back. 

He slapped Damien across the face–again and again. 

“Where is my daughter?! What did you do to her?!” 

“You’re going to pay for this. Every last bit of it!” 

Damien staggered back. 

His lips moved. 

But no words came out. 

My dad held my mom steady. 

Then his eyes landed on my cold portrait. 

His vision blurred red. 

His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned pale. 

He took a breath, forcing himself to stay calm. 

But the anger in his voice was barely contained. 

“Damien… how did my daughter die?” 

“You’re going to tell me everything.” 

Damien opened his mouth. 

He was about to say “an accident.” 

But Mrs. Andersen ran in. 

Crying, she told them everything. 

“Don… he tied Donna up in the garden… said it was to 

teach her a lesson…” 

“And then… he forgot…” 

“Donna froze to death…” 

My mom’s body went limp. 

She almost collapsed. 

My dad caught her. 

But when he looked up again, the grief in his eyes had 

turned into something else. 

Cold. 

Sharp. 

Hatred.. 

“My daughter gave you everything.” 

“And this is how you treated her?” 

Natalia showed up too. 

She stepped forward, trying to comfort my mom. 

My dad shoved her away hard. 

“Don’t touch us!” 

“If it weren’t for you–Alison wouldn’t be dead!” 

His gaze cut into her like a blade. 

“You think we don’t know this?” 

“You’ve been jealous of Alison since you were a kid.” 

“She saved your life and ruined her own health doing 

it.” 

“She gave up her inheritance so you could take her 

place.” 

“And this is how you repay her?” 

Natalia’s face turned pale. 

Tears fell. 

But she couldn’t say a word. 

My mom looked at her. 

Then suddenly laughed. 

A broken, bitter sound. 

Tears streamed down her face. 

“I used to think you were pitiful.” 

“I always told Alison to give in to you.” 

“Now I realize… we were the fools.” 

“You and Damien-” 

“You’re both killers.” 

“You killed my daughter.” 

After that day, my parents hired lawyers. 

They started investigating everything. 

They pulled surveillance from the rose garden. 

Questioned the bodyguards. 

Got testimony from Mrs. Andersen. 

They even dug into Natalia’s call records at the hospital 

that night. 

She had known I was tied up in the garden. 

And said nothing. 

I stayed by my parents‘ side. 

Watched them age overnight. 

Their hands trembled when they held the evidence. 

It felt like needles stabbing into my chest. 

I wanted to hug them. 

Tell them I wasn’t in pain. 

But I passed right through them. 

Powerless. 

They couldn’t accept how I died. 

So they swore–they’d make Damien pay with everything. 

They took him to court. 

The day of the trial, the sunlight was blinding. 

Damien stood there. 

Pale. Empty. 

I floated behind my parents. 

Their backs stay straight even as they trembled. 

My mom’s eyes were swollen. 

Tear marks still clung to the corners. 

My dad gripped the legal file so hard his knuckles 

turned pale. 

Between his fingers was a drawing I made as a child. 

A family portrait. 

The edges were worn soft from being held too much. 

Before the hearing began, Natalia tried to approach 

them. 

She wore a plain black dress, her hair neat. 

But the panic in her eyes gave her away. 

She stepped close, reaching for my mom’s sleeve. 

My dad slapped her hand away. 

Hard enough to make her stumble back. 

“Don’t touch her!” 

Every word came out through clenched teeth. 

“Natalia, what right do you have to touch her?” 

“My daughter is dead because of you and Damien!” 

Natalia’s face drained of color. 

Her lips trembled. 

Tears fell first. 

“Dad… I didn’t mean to…” 

“I just didn’t think my sister would—” 

“Didn’t think?” 

My mom turned around suddenly. Her voice cracked 

apart. 

She pointed straight at Natalia, tears pouring 

uncontrollably. 

“You knew Alison was tied up in the snow!” 

“You saw her freezing!” 

“Why didn’t you tell Damien?!” 

“Why didn’t you save her?!” 

“When you were poisoned, Alison carried you three miles to the hospital!” 

“When the house caught fire, she dragged you out through the smoke!” 

“She’s your sister!” 

“And you just watched her die!” 

Each word hit like a hammer. 

Natalia collapsed into a chair and covered her face, 

crying uncontrollably. 

Regret. 

Guilt. 

But it came too late. 

I floated beside her, watching her shoulders shake. 

I remembered her stealing my toys as a kid. 

Her whispering to our parents, “Alison doesn’t even like the company… why not let me do it?” 

I remembered the day before my wedding, she stood in 

a church in Norway with Damien. 

Exchanging rings. 

All the things I ignored now turned into knives. 

Knives in my parents‘ hearts. 

“From today on-” 

My dad’s voice was cold. 

“You’re no longer part of the Hayes family.” 

He pulled out a document and threw it in front of her. 

“A formal severance.” 

“The Hayes family doesn’t have a daughter like you.” 

“Don’t ever show up in front of us again.” 

Natalia stared at the paper. 

The bold words–Severed Relationship. 

Her fingers trembled. 

But she didn’t dare touch it. 

She knew it was over. 

She lost everything. 

The Hayes family. 

The sister who protected her. 

And Damien, the man she thought she could rely on 

forever. 

After the trial began, the lawyers presented the 

evidence. 

One piece at a time.