Cursed Mortician Sister Go Starve With Your Clean Hands

At my younger brother’s engagement party, his fiancée pointed at me and screamed that I was a walking curse. She despised me for being a mortician, claiming the stench of corpses clung to me and brought bad luck to her party. When my relatives shoved me out of the private dining room, I desperately hoped my brother would stand up for me. Instead, I heard his voice dripping with disgust: "Having a sister with such a disgraceful job is humiliating enough." "Thanks to all of you for stepping in. We couldn't let her bring that rotten luck around my fiancée and our unborn baby." Even my younger sister chimed in: "Exactly. All my classmates have millionaire parents." "And my sister puts makeup on dead bodies. Gross." I sat frozen on the cold floor, but then a quiet laugh slipped past my lips. The money for my brother's wedding, and the tuition for my sister’s study abroad in Europe, were both paid for by every single corpse I had prepped and beautified. Since they thought my money was so filthy, they could enjoy living clean, pure lives—with absolutely nothing to their names. I glanced through the crack of the door one last time. Inside, music played and laughter erupted. Before I turned to leave, I pulled out my phone and listed the house I had bought for Sean on Zillow. Since they looked down on me so much, why should I be their stepping stone to a perfect life? "Have you lost your damn mind?!" The preparation room door was kicked open with a loud bang. Sean stormed in, red-faced and furious. I gave him a cool glance, then bent back down to continue suturing the deceased. "Nora! I’m talking to you!" "What right do you have to sell my house?" Seeing that I was ignoring him, Sean snatched the scalpel from my tray and threw it to the floor. "I took Lina over this morning to measure for custom curtains, and the real estate agent was literally changing the locks!" "Do you have any idea how much face I lost in front of Lina?!" I pulled out an antibacterial wipe, wiped my hands meticulously, and looked him in the eye. "Your house? The deed has only my name on it." "Do I need your permission to sell my own property?" Sean’s neck flushed crimson. "Mom and Dad died early! Paying for my wedding is your responsibility!" Ever since our parents died seven years ago, the burden of raising Sean and Chloe fell squarely on my shoulders. To keep food on the table, I gave up my college acceptance letter. Every single day, I swallowed my fear and sorrow to work with cold, lifeless bodies. I wanted to give up so many times. Yet every time I came home and saw little Sean and Chloe, I gritted my teeth and kept going. I let out a soft sigh, wondering when Sean had turned into such an entitled monster. Lina stood behind him, crossing her arms with a sneer. "Sean, I told you your sister was shady." "Acting generous on the surface, but secretly selling the house behind your back. She probably wants to run off and spend the cash on some sugar baby." She surveyed the cold room with utter disgust. "This place is vile. The smell alone makes me want to puke." "Sean, it’s not that I don’t love you, but how am I supposed to feel secure without a mortgage-free house?" Sean immediately turned to comfort Lina, then glared back at me with raw venom. "Nora, are you really trying to ruin my life?!" "Wire that sale money straight to my account right now." "Or you’re dead to me. You won't be my sister anymore!" His words sent a sharp chill right through my chest. When he needed money, I was his devoted older sister. When he didn't, I was just trash. Looking at his entitled face, I gave a soft, bitter laugh. "Sean, is your memory really that short?" "Last night at your party, didn't you say my job was dirty and humiliating?" "Didn't Lina say the smell of corpses on me would curse your unborn child?" I stepped closer, meeting his gaze coldly. "I sold the house so the smell wouldn't bother your baby." "Isn't that what you two wanted?" Caught off guard, Sean's eyes shifted nervously as he scrambled for an excuse: "I had too much to drink last night! That was just drunk talk!" "You're the older sister. Why are you being so petty?" "Besides, you make so much money. Who else are you going to spend it on if not us?" Lina rolled her eyes. "You're an aging, single woman with no kids of your own." "What are you gonna do? Take that money to your grave?" From the day I first met Lina, I knew she was trouble. Yet Sean fell for her so hard he literally fell to his knees, begging me: "Nora, please. I don't want to make things hard for you, but I genuinely love her." Seeing his desperate tears, I had given in. Ever since then, our relationship had spiraled down. Remembering that, I grabbed the bucket of sanitizing water and threw it straight at them. "Don't disturb the peace of the dead."Lina shrieked in horror. Sean held her close, opening his mouth to curse me out. I didn't waste another second. I slammed the red panic button on the wall. An alarm shrilled down the hallway. In less than thirty seconds, security guards burst through the door. "Nora, what happened?" "These two are trespassing and harassing staff in the prep room." I pointed to the exit. "Get them out of here." Realizing I was dead serious, Sean struggled furiously against the guards. "Nora! You dare lay a finger on me?!" "I'll call every uncle and aunt in the family! I'll let everyone see what kind of cold-blooded monster you really are!" The guards twisted his arms behind his back without hesitation and forced him to his knees. Lina froze, too terrified to move. I looked down at them coldly. "Go ahead. Call them." "I don't give a damn about you anymore. Why would I care about them?" The guards dragged them both out into the hallway. Within seconds, my phone started buzzing uncontrollably in my pocket. The family WhatsApp group was blowing up: *“Nora, your brother’s wedding is the biggest event of his life! What kind of stunt are you pulling?”* *“You’re the eldest child! Mom and Dad are gone, so it’s your duty to take care of him!”* *“Transfer that house money right now! Don’t humiliate our family in front of Lina’s parents.”* *“You’re an unmarried woman. What do you need all that cash for anyway?”* Since they loved guilt-tripping me so much, I decided to return the favor. I dropped a full, certified bank statement straight into the group chat. Every single transaction over the past seven years was listed in black and white. Tuition, rent, living allowances, buying his car, and even the thousands of dollars I paid to settle things when he got a girl pregnant and paid for her abortion. *“To all my relatives: You were at the party last night. You heard every word he said.”* *“I stepped up when our parents died. Ask yourselves, did Sean have any right to speak to me like that?”* *“My duty to him is officially over.”* The group chat went dead silent. Moments later, Sean’s name flashed across my screen. "Nora, please forgive me just this once, okay? I was seriously wasted last night." He thought I was the same pushover as before. He thought a half-assed apology would melt my heart. The cruelty at the engagement party had shattered my illusions once and for all. I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore. I hung up on Sean, and before I could even set the phone down, Chloe called. "Nora, you’re a grown woman! Why are you throwing a tantrum at Sean?" Before I could even reply, she barked orders through the speaker: "Cut the drama and wire me fifteen thousand dollars right now." "I'm looking at a limited-edition Chanel bag, and if you don't send the money right this second, someone else will buy it." Back when I worked around the clock, Sean was the one who spent time with Chloe. It made sense that she was closer to him. Yet hearing her boss me around like a personal servant chilled me to the bone. "No." I had always spoiled Chloe. Not just because I believed a girl should be well-provided for, but because pampering her felt like healing my own deprived childhood. My blunt refusal caught her off guard. Then her voice turned shrill: "Stop playing broke with me!" "Sean told me everything! You sold that mortgage-free house for half a million dollars!" "You won't even give me fifteen grand? Do you want all my friends over here to laugh at me?!" When our parents died, I was buried in debt and funeral arrangements. I hadn't noticed she was being bullied at school. By the time I found out, the emotional damage was done. Out of guilt, I scrimped and saved to send her overseas to study. Chloe, however, convinced herself that being poor was the only reason she was ever bullied. So in Europe, she posed as an ultra-rich heiress. Her Instagram stories were filled with designer bags, vintage champagne, and yachts. She flaunted her fake luxury on my blood and sweat. Guilt had kept me quiet all these years. Now, she had fully transformed into a remorseless parasite. "I am not your personal ATM," I said calmly. "And I just froze all your secondary credit cards." Her breath hitched. "You have one semester left. I’ll cover your tuition until you graduate, and that is it. Don't ask me for another penny."Chloe lost her mind. "Nora! You dare cut me off?!" "You're just jealous that I'm living the high life abroad while you rot away as a disgusting, pathetic mortician!" "Why don't you drop dead and join Mom and Dad in the cemetery, you curse?!" *A curse.* I had heard that word so many times. Years ago, whenever neighborhood kids called me that, little Chloe would grab a toilet plunger and charge at them: *"Wash your filthy mouth out!"* Now, that same word cut into me from her own lips. A hollow laugh escaped me. "If you have that much pride, why don't you earn your own money and buy your own bags?" I hung up without another word. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, sleep completely out of reach. Around 2:00 AM, a faint scratching sound came from the front door. Someone was picking the lock. I didn't panic. Slipping out of bed, I crept toward the hallway. Through the shadow, a silhouette tip-toed toward the wall safe in my study. The moonlight hit his face. It was Sean. He quietly opened the safe door, his face twisting into greedy excitement. I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my defense spray from the shelf and lunged forward. "Aaargh—!" I flicked the overhead switch. Bright white light flooded the room. Sean collapsed onto the floor, clutching his face and screaming as the heavy pepper spray burned his eyes. "Breaking in to rob your own sister, Sean?" I stared down at him, my voice freezing cold. The safe combination had always been our parents’ death anniversary. I had never hidden it from them. Yet I never imagined Sean would sink to this level. "Don't call it robbing! Your money is my money!" Sean groaned through his tears, barely prying one burning eye open. "Besides, you wouldn't give it to me! What choice did I have?!" Looking at his pathetic, sniveling face, I couldn't see a single trace of the little boy who used to massage my tired shoulders after a sixteen-hour shift. I grabbed a silicone mannequin head from my workstation and slammed it down beside him. "Where did you hide the house money?! Hand it over!" "Are you really trying to stop me from getting married?!" Sean thrashed wildly on the rug. I watched him with complete detachment. "Breaking and entering. Attempted grand larceny." "You really outdid yourself, Sean." Sean sneered defiantly. "What? You gonna call the cops on your own flesh and blood?" Before I could speak, a hurried whisper came from the cracked hallway door. "Sean, what’s taking so long?" Seeing no response, Chloe crept into the study. Her eyes met mine, and she froze, glancing around in panic. Looking at them, every piece fell into place. They had planned this together. They assumed I kept the cash proceeds in the safe, hoping to wipe me out in one clean sweep. Seeing that they were caught, Chloe immediately puffed out her chest. "What are you staring at?! Sean and I are just taking back what's rightfully ours!" I chuckled in disbelief. "Yours? What belongs to you?" "You two have done nothing but treat me like an ATM." Chloe scowled fiercely. "Drop the act, Nora! When Mom and Dad died, their estate was supposed to be split three ways!" "You hoarded all their money for seven years and expected us to worship you!" "You make me sick!" My anger turned into cold amusement. "Our parents didn't leave a single dime. I had to borrow money just to buy their cremation urns." "Every stitch of clothes you wear, every flight you took, was paid for with the money I earned dressing corpses." "What damn estate are you talking about?" Chloe flared up, stamping her foot. "Bullshit!" "Mom and Dad specifically said that money was enough to set us up for life! How could there be nothing left?!"My heart gave a sudden, violent jolt. "Mom and Dad said?" "They died seven years ago, Chloe. How the hell did they say anything to you?" The air in the room instantly turned to ice. Sean stammered in panic, scrambling to cover: "Chloe... Chloe meant she had a dream!" "Right! A dream! Mom and Dad visited me in a dream!" Chloe nodded vigorously, her eyes darting left and right. That was her tell. She always looked sideways whenever she lied. Before I could press further, Sean grabbed Chloe's arm and bolted for the front door. *A dream?* Did they really take me for an idiot? Realizing something was deeply wrong, I immediately dialed an old contact at the coroner’s office. I asked him to pull the archived crash files from seven years ago. A few days later, he sent me a secure file. The charred bodies pulled from that car crash... were not my parents. Someone had forged the dental records and identification forms. The moment I read the report, a sickening chill spread through my entire body. They faked their deaths. Why? Why would they abandon us and fake their own demise? I wanted to dig deeper, but on my way home from work the following evening, Sean and Chloe cut me off in an alleyway, flanked by four shady thugs. "Nora, you really want to play hardball, huh?" Sean barked, trying to sound intimidating. "Hand over the half a million dollars from the house sale, and I swear we’ll leave you alone." The thugs stepped forward, cracking their knuckles with greasy grins. I stood completely still, not moving an inch. Sean thought I was paralyzed with fear and smirked smugly. "You brought this on yourself. Get down on your knees and apologize, and maybe I'll let you off easy." Chloe joined in with a venomous grin. "If you don't beg us right now, I'll let these guys have their way with you." A wave of nausea washed over me. The sweet little sister I once raised was entirely gone. The thugs’ leering stares were repulsive. I leveled a calm, cold gaze at them and softly said, "Take them down." Two heavy-duty private bodyguards I had hired that morning leaped out from the shadows. Within seconds, the thugs were battered to the ground, howling in agony. I had suspected an ambush all day. I wasn't stupid enough to walk alone. Sean’s knees buckled, and he dropped to the asphalt. "Nora... Nora, I swear I didn't mean it!" Chloe immediately turned on the fake waterworks. "Yeah! We were just joking with you, Nora!" I lowered my eyes, forcing my voice to tremble with fake tears. "Sean... Chloe... I spent all night thinking about this." "We're blood. Family is family, after all. I can't bear to watch you two starve." Sean and Chloe exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with unfiltered greed. They genuinely thought I had turned back into their obedient, easily manipulated big sister. "Nora, you... you really forgive us?" Sean asked eagerly. I dabbed at my dry eyes. "Next month is the seventh anniversary of Mom and Dad's passing. I want to hold a grand memorial service to honor their souls." "Once the memorial is over, I'll give you every single cent from the house sale." "Deal! We'll handle everything!" They agreed instantly, desperate to lock it down before I changed my mind. I turned around, a cold smirk pulling at my lips. Just that morning, a private investigator had emailed me a dossier. In the high-res photos, a middle-aged couple was lounging by a private pool on a sunny Caribbean beach. It was my parents, living the luxury life, seven years after they supposedly burned to death.