The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Chapter 8

Word Count: 813 | Released on: 21/10/2026

pital where Bailee had tried to fall asleep against his shoulder-triggering a strange wave of physical revulsi

to that dark lighthouse during the hurricane, remembering the girl in the

e had folded hundreds of glow-in-the-dark paper stars in that freezing lighthouse to keep the suicidal fourteen-year-old boy

w. She knew that if she told him the truth now, he would only

d staircase into the dining room, where Emiliano sat drinking bl

id the folder across the

ge: Compulsory Medical Power of Attorney and Bone Marrow Donation C

You're trying to use spousal legal au

llars goes straight into Kane Enterprises," Emiliano said, t

tched the document off the table and ripped i

day, I won't sign

craped violently against the floor, g

? Bailee is going into organ failure-

ainfully, yet she clenched her teeth and gla

her rot

s Emiliano's open palm struck her left cheek, knocking her he

hand as a flash of shock and regret crossed his ey

ed my han

Dania looked at him with eyes devoid of any remaining wa

my willingness to trade for my father's company as obedience. The second

room and whispered urgently into his ear. Frowning deeply, Emilia

nd have the guards lock down the perimeter so

sat back down and laced his finger

and wire the funds to your father's compa

gripping the e

m Freeman Reid, the heir to Reid Capital," Emiliano said with a mocking curl of his lip. "He sa

red at her husband. Everyone on Wall Street kne

A corporate escort to trad

duty," Emiliano replied, standing up and buttoning his jacket.

. I'l

s until they bled, closing her ey

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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.”