The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Chapter 5

Word Count: 841 | Released on: 21/10/2026

submission, Bailee raised the plasti

g on a show so much, l

no right out of Bailee's hand, and flung the entire

aded down Bailee's blonde hair, soak

and jumped to her feet, point

mind? How dare you

. At the next table, two Upper East Side socialites re

ting? How could her sister bully a terminal patient

wiped her wet fingers slowly, her voice r

ced black coffee without blinking? Bailee, didn't the do

e surrounding patrons shifted their gazes, eyeing he

condition stabilized temporarily,

t in a pathetic attempt to win back the crowd's sympa

marrow tomorrow? Those unlabeled pill bottles in your Hermes b

her stomach. That single guilty reflex caused a loud mur

your m

lee raised her hand to sl

own free hand, landing a resounding slap across Ba

om Dad, you ungr

and glared up at Dania with pure venom, unable to utter a single word

t the only way he'll get my bo

Yet the moment the cold street wind hit her face around the corner, her knees g

elations firm on Wall Street, pushing open the door

sk while chewing out an assistant over the phone. Seeing Dania's ghostly pal

ed to your head? Did that bas

pletely, and silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Roxy guided her to the leath

k from the dead meant trouble! I told you h

Dania spoke in a hoa

divorce lawyer in New Yo

ed her thi

to me, I'll make sure we bl

k her head

ollars right now to save Kane Enterprises. My dad had

as she grasped the gra

t can clear that kind of liquidity in twenty-four hours. Wait-why are

own at the floor. If Roxy knew about the leukemia, she

call the lawyer, I have to go to Leste

losed her eyes, bracing herself to walk straigh

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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.”