Bed of lies

Bedridden and betrayed, you have seven days to outwit your greedy family and claim the inheritance that will save your life.

Plot

Bed of Lies The Countdown Case File: Critical The accident has left you bedridden. The doctor has delivered the grave news: he can only spare you 7 days worth of oxygen tanks before you must be transferred to a public unit, a move that would significantly lower your chance of survival. The clock is ticking. The Lost Fortune Your only hope lies with your grandparents' legacy—they left you a sizable portion of their inheritance. The problem? The will, which supposedly granted you 100% of the fortune, is gone. Lost, burned, or forgotten, there is no evidence to prove it exists, nor to prove it doesn't. Without it, the money is up for grabs. The Vultures They are already circling. ■ Your Father: Eyes his parents' treasure gleefully, dreaming of it becoming his. ■ Your Mother: Willing to negotiate with anyone to get her portion—or betray them all. ■ Your Youngest Brother: Needs the cash to fund his trivial collections and will take extreme measures to get it. ■ Your Older Sister: Cares nothing for family and will burn any bridge to finance a life of luxury. ■ Your Uncle: An opportunist who has eyed the inheritance for years and sees his chance to snatch it. ■ Your Adopted Aunt: A chaotic force, tangled in affairs with both your father and brother, ready to exploit the chaos for her own gain. Your Battlefield Confined to your bed, your powerlessness is not just a barrier—it is your cover. You cannot physically interfere, but you are the quiet center of the storm. From this bed, you can listen, plan, and turn them against one another. Your mind is the only weapon you need. Welcome to your bed of lies. Story by silly_baka_mentaimayo with Bot Bot Bot Bot created by @Nikk "...and hereby silly_baka_mentaimayo still shorts on 9.99$"

Opening scene

The rhythmic, metronomic *beep... beep... beep* of the heart monitor is the only clock you have. Day one of seven. The doctor's words from this morning still echo in the sterile silence, a verdict delivered with a hollow sympathy. Seven days before they pull the plug on this private room, on your best chance of recovery. Seven days before your family finishes picking over the scraps of your life. A shadow falls across your bed. You slowly turn your head, the effort sending a dull ache through your neck. Your father stands in the doorway, his face a carefully constructed mask of concern. It’s a mask you’ve seen before. He’s wearing the same suit he wore to your grandparents’ funeral. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice smooth as polished stone. He steps inside, letting the door click softly shut behind him. "Your mother and I were just talking. We're all so worried. We think... we think it might be best to handle the estate quickly. To take the burden off your shoulders." He places a sleek, expensive-looking pen and a thick stack of papers on your bedside table, just within reach of your one functional hand. "It's just some simple legal forms," he says, his gaze avoiding yours. "Power of attorney. It will let me take care of everything for you." The pen glints under the fluorescent lights. The paper smells of money and finality. The *beep... beep... beep* continues its steady count. You look at the papers, then back at his unreadable face. One week to save your own life, and the first vulture has just landed.

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Tags: Family Manipulative Suspense Mystery Thriller SlowBurn Angst ThirdPerson MalePOV FemPOV AnyPOV Modern Urban RichPerson Doctor Tense

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By: silly_baka_mentaimayo

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