The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Chapter 3

Word Count: 811 | Released on: 21/10/2026

off, but Emiliano easily pinned her legs down

he slammed them into the pillow above her head, his h

me, you

humiliation. With his free hand, Emiliano slowly unbuttoned

h you loved me? What's wrong, yo

on her chin, making her shiver violently against her wil

gust

ano's eyes. He gripped her jaw and

it disgusting when you snuck off to m

at. Laughing coldly, Emiliano pulled his phone from his pocket, ta

Kasper pressing the encrypted flash drive into her hand,

boyfriend to fake a medical disqualificati

art. He didn't believe she was dying-he thought she

is cold lips brushed right a

ow, I'll make sure Kasper loses his medical license permanen

into dust, and hot tears spilled from

.. he has nothing

how obedient

rutal, punishing kiss. Outside the tall windows, a torrential downpourlashed against the g

Dania lay curled up at the edge of the rumpled bed, staring b

lored suit, Emiliano tossed a matte

ical team will be her

crambled off the bed to answer it, only to hear the Kane family'

ut the banks calling in all our loans-he suffered a m

from her fingers. She stumbled into the walk-in closet a

f the bedroom door, blockin

ou're going? The doct

ad up, glaring at hi

ther just had a stroke-I'

tion of an inch. Dania shoved past him with all her remaining strength, running bare

at his collar in frustration and kicked o

the intensive care unit. Through the thick glass window, she stared at her father, Winston

yes as she handed Dania a thick stack of

unding this morning, Miss Dania. Kan

cold corridor wall and slid her eyes shut. To save her father's life and h

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The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Miss Demeanor Romance

“I held the lab report reading "Terminal Leukemia" and went to find my husband of three years, Emiliano. Instead of comforting me, I found him tenderly holding my adopted sister, Bailee. He demanded I go downstairs immediately to get my bone marrow typed to save her life. Bailee was faking her illness, but Emiliano believed her every tear. Because she stole the credit for saving his life ten years ago-a life I had actually saved-he treated me like a walking blood bank. When my father suffered a severe stroke and our family company faced immediate bankruptcy, I swallowed my pride and begged Emiliano for a bailout. "Get on the operating table tomorrow and donate your bone marrow to Bailee. Then I'll wire the money." When I refused, he threw a heavy hardcover binder straight at my face, leaving me bleeding on his office carpet. He didn't care about my bleeding cheek or my dying father. To punish me, he even forced me to attend a private club reception, throwing me to a ruthless rival billionaire as bait to secure an acquisition contract. I was already in the late stages of leukemia. Forcing me onto an operating table to extract my bone marrow would literally kill me. Did my ten years of devoted love mean absolutely nothing to him compared to a liar's fake tears? Pushed against a freezing glass window by his rival, my failing body finally gave out. But as I collapsed into the stranger's arms, my heart completely died toward Emiliano. If I only have a few months left to live, I'm taking my divorce papers and making sure they both pay the price.”