Her Sacrifice, His Blind Hatred
o donate bone marrow to his fiancée
w up with, the man who now despised me. But his fiancée,
kneel on the broken crystal until my knees bled. She framed me for assault a
sex tape I never leaked
n an unfinished skyscraper, hundreds of feet in th
lesson yet, Cora? Are y
napped. My parents plum
taste of blood filled my mouth, a symp
ugly sound. "Feel free to jump off that roof if it
" I wh
the edge of the building
pte
one marrow extractio
exposed. She didn' t look at the instrument, but she
, his voice gentle, but it didn't soften
n her car. He looked out at the city, a king surveying his domain. His fiancée, Harlow Hughes, had been in an
ad turne
The woman he believed wo
e pierced
to make a sound. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Her body stiffened, every
ated through her entire body. She squeezed h
e. It was the only
was over. The doctor bandaged the wou
hrobbed with a dull, persistent agony. She
andsome as ever, but his eyes were cold, comple
he asked, hi
wn voice. She just wanted this
naged to say, her voice
gement that bound her to him. The job. Th
stood. Or perha
out a checkbook. He scribbled a number, t
er. "Your price. You've always been good at
er harder than
e face she had loved since she was a child. The fa
for it. Her fingers brushed agains
. She needed the m
bowed to hide the tears that threatened to fall. She picked
ld on her skin. She leaned against the wall, the pain in her
always l
before the money,
not a cold-hearted billionaire
d him as their own. He was the star of their small, happy family. He and Cora grew up like siblings, but their bond was de
ess. Cora was his shadow, his confidante, the keeper of his smiles.
ttered the day his biol
f tech. A ruthless titan who saw people as pawns. He wanted hi
rcumstances. Her father, a good and honest man, was framed for an assault he didn't commit. Her
an impossible choice. He off
ell my son you never loved him. Tell him you'd rather have this th
gust from the poison of his
ved more than life itself, and delivere
llion dollars. What could you possibly
tered heartbreak-was a wound she w
is heart filled with a burning desire for reveng
years
self-made billionaire, colder and more ruthless t
ew life, his new fiancée, and his endless, creative cruelty.
pocket and looked at the nu
parents' mounti
ugh for
what no one knew, was tha
tors had given her weeks, ma
. It was to make her parents comfortable in th
sat on a bench. She looked at the ch
pinned. His profile picture was a cold, corporate logo. Hers w
ided. Full of messages she
day. Remember how we us
s so big now. It's
he news today.
empts to bridge a chasm of se
w message, her
, I'm
he words, her v
eaking his heart? For saving h
ointless. He wouldn't see it anyw
robbing reminder of the day. A physical
ed his hatred. She
ght when the pain kept her awake
? The girl who climbed trees with him
aced by the money-hungry mons
k, feeling a wave of ex
thief, stealing her stren
ged everything for after she was gone. A tru
ange sense of
t was al
of August on
s a silent prayer to a god she no
e to leave you
ust. I don't owe yo
ical wound on her back was fresh and ra
now. It was a familiar pain,
o a dark, cold ocean. And there w
l, stubborn part of her refu
still loved the boy u
gled with a hate so
. It was all