Her aunty sold her to a herbalist after her parents died (part 2)

At 12, Her Aunty Sold Her To A R!tualist After Her Parents Died, And Then The Unthinkable Happened_2️⃣

And in the blink of an eye, a speeding truck crashed into her car.

She díed instantly. 

The entire town mourned.

Everyone believed it was just another tragic accident.

But no one knew the chilling and hàteful conversation she had with her sister, Delilah, just minutes before she took her last breath.

When Nora heard that her mother had díed, her world fell apart. She was deeply tràumatized. 

Her mother was everything to her. Her only parent, her best friend, her safe place. 

 At just 11 years old, Nora had lost the most important person in her life.

After the burial, her mother’s older sister, Delilah, stepped forward. In front of everyone, she made big promises. 

She said she would raise Nora like her own daughter, send her to any level of school she wanted, and give her a good life.

 Her kind words gave Nora a small sense of hope.

But behind those promises was a hidden plan. A dark one.

Soon after, Delilah took full control of all her late sister’s property. 

She sold off some of it, moved her own family into Nora’s mother’s house, and claimed everything for herself.

That’s when Nora’s níghtmare began.

Delilah, the woman who promised to care for her, turned her into a housemaid in her own mother’s home. 

While her cousins went to expensive private schools paid for with Nora’s mother’s money, Nora stayed home, doing all the house chores, cooking, scrubbing, and cleaning from morning till night.

But Nora remained quiet and calm, even in the face of hàrsh treatment. She was a gentle girl who believed that somehow, things would get better.

Eight months passed.

Delilah never enrolled Nora in any school. Instead, she used all the money left by Nora’s mother to give her own children the best life.

 Meanwhile, Nora lived like a stranger—unwanted, unseen, and unloved—in the very house her mother built with love.

One afternoon, Delilah looked at 12-year-old Nora and dropped a shocking statement.

“You're an orphan now,” she said coldly. “It's time you start working for your own survival. 

I have no money to care for you, let alone sending you to school.”

Nora was stunned. With a trembling voice, she asked, “But Aunty… what about all my mummy’s properties you sold?”

Delilah didn’t flinch. “I used all of that for your mother’s burial,” she replied.

Nora, still trying to understand, asked again, “What about all the money that was in her account—the one you transferred to your own account that day?”

Delilah’s face turned sharp. “Are you stupîd?” she snapped. “Get up and go to my room and my children’s rooms. Gather all the dírty clothes and wash them—now!”

Nora gently held up her hand, showing a bandage. “Please, Aunty… a knife cut my finger this morning while I was slicing vegetables. Can I use the washing machine instead?”

Delilah’s voice thundered, “If you touch my washing machine, I’ll kíll you myself! I want every single cloth washed by hand before my children return from school. Do you hear me?”

In that moment, it became pàinfully clear to Nora: she was no longer being raised—she was being used

One morning, Nora couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down her face as she sat in a corner, feeling forgotten by the world. Her heart ached with one simple desire—to go back to school.

She had begged her aunt so many times. Again and again, she asked to be enrolled in any school, even the cheapest one. But Delilah always said no, with no care in her voice.

That day, something inside Nora changed. She walked quietly to her room, opened her small box, and pulled out the only thing that reminded her of better days—her old school uniform from when her mum was still alive.

It no longer fit perfectly, but she wore it anyway. She gràbbed her school bag and, with a deep breath, stepped out of the house.

Her plan was simple—go to her former school and report her aunt. Maybe someone there could help her.

But just as she opened the gate and took her first steps onto the street, Delilah saw her and scréamed her name. She rúshed after her, furious.

Nora ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, heading straight for the busy road nearby.

Just as she reached the expressway and was about to cross to the other side, a speeding vehicle came out of nowhere and......

What do you think happened to Nora?

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