The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Chapter 6

Word Count: 824 | Released on: 21/10/2026

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passkey and rode the private executi

y, Valerie Hayes, stepped forward in her stiletto

dle of an international video conferen

icy glare withou

e Kane Enterprises acquisition talk

instinctively took half a step back. Dania brushed past he

t cigar between his fingers, Emiliano darkened insta

Who gave you the nerve to throw cof

planted both hands on the polished w

u for a fool. Throwing a cup of coff

eaned across the desk, his tower

cology panel at NewYork-Presbyterian fake too? You

to the bone. Swallowing the metallic taste rising in her throat, she pul

illion-dollar capital injection today, and I will sign this divorce agr

ument, and he slammed his palm dow

e only way you're getting

you want from me to sav

yes. Emiliano walked around the desk, backing her up step by step un

y around her throat, his thumb p

ee your bone marrow. The moment she comes out of surgery safely, fif

es shut as hot tears

... Emiliano, I

ant dying right there on the operating table. Yet in Emilian

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tch your father's lif

o this,

d grabbed his suit slee

t now-if the company goes

sp, turned back to his desk, and snatc

t of my

avy cover sliced across Dania's right cheekbone, knocking her head to

ank, and his fingers twitched slightly at his side. Almost immediately,

ic pity act. It w

sh. Pain flared sharp across her face, but she did not crumple. Without crying out, she straightened h

oing to pay for your

r without looking back, while inside the office, Emiliano rippe

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The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

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“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.”