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777words2026-01-26 11:22

I donated my bone marrow to save the female lead, all to made the second male lead to fall in love with me.
A year later, I became pregnant.
Then, the female lead's Simp showed up at my door, demanding I donate again.

This time, the bone marrow transplant surgery failed.
The second male lead—who was also the surgeon—blamed for my pregnancy.
He claimed the fetus's blood was incompatible with hers, causing the rejection.
He insisted I abort the baby to save her.
I begged.
I pleaded.

But they forced me onto the operating table anyway.
I died from losing massive amount of blood during the abortion.
The man I could never win over finally broke down—his eyes bloodred as he screamed that he would dig my grave and kill me.
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I felt the thick needle pierce through my bone cortex, drilling deep into the marrow.
Sweat poured down my temples.
My face was ghostly pale, I didn't even have the strength to scream.
I had refused anesthesia to protect the baby growing inside me.
The one performing the procedure was my husband—the very man I was trying to win over.
The more pathetic I looked, the more the system's 'Affection Level' raised in my head.
“Just a little longer, Elara,” Lucas murmured, his voice uncommonly gentle.
I closed my eyes, clinging to the thought that once this was over, his guilt would finally turn into love me.
One more successful system mission, and I'd get a hundred million from the system.
After the procedure, he actually stayed by my bedside—for once.
Since Isabella fell ill, he'd been constantly at her side as her attending physician.
“I'll love our baby, no matter if it's a boy or a girl,” he said, his hand resting softly on my abdomen.
But the next second, when the news came that, Isabella's bone marrow transplant had failed, his face contorted ugly.
He gripped my wrist like a man possessed.
“It might be because you're pregnant—the baby's blood might be rejecting Isabella's.
It's okay, we can fix this.
We'll kill this baby and prepare for another bone marrow transplant.”
“Please... help me.”
“We're young. We can try for another child later.”
I shook my head desperately, tears streaming, “The baby's already formed—over three months old.”
I can feel its heartbeat.
“How can you kill your own child to save someone else?”
But Lucas wouldn't listen.
The way he looked at me was like a starved beast sizing up its prey.
“Elara, I know you're a kind person. You wouldn't let Isabella die, would you?”
“This baby... it's just bad timing.”
His gaze turned to ice as it dropped to my belly.
My mind went blank.
The system's voice echoed coldly, “'Affection Level' dropping. Please fulfill the target's request immediately.”
In the past, I would've moved heaven and earth for him.
But this time, all I wanted was to run.
I stumbled toward the door, but Lucas grabbed my neck and shoved me back onto the hospital bed.
“Don't make this difficult, Elara.”he hissed.
Nurses rushed in and pinned me down.
My brother, Adrian, walked into the room.
He frowned at the scene, his eyes full of disgust when they landed on me.
“What's your problem, Elara?”
“Even a dog shows more loyalty.
You should be grateful you can contribute something to this family.”
Behind him was the male lead, Daniel.
We grown up together, but he always believed Isabella's lies and had humiliated me countless time.
“Stop acting like the victim.
If it weren't for you, Isabella wouldn't be sick.”
“Your life isn't even worth half of hers.”
I felt something inside me shatter. Tears fell silently—I was broken, utterly hopeless.
Lucas turned to leave but paused at the door, “I'll perform the procedure myself.”
“You're a good person, Elara.
I know you don't want to hurt Isabella.”
The system chimed again, more urgent, “Warning! 'Affection Level' dropping.”
They forced me into the operating room.
As the anesthesia wore off, I saw Lucas's eyes above the surgical mask—cold, utterly detached.
“Dr. Pierce, we have a problem! Ms. Elara's vitals are—”
Lucas paused, handed the scalpel to his assistant, and rushed out without a backward glance.
I heard panicked voices fading away, “She's bleeding heavily!”
“Quick, we need to stop the bleeding—”
A cold, clinical instrument invaded my body, crushing the life within.
A warm gush of blood followed.
I felt my life fading and closed my eyes.
This was my fifth attempt to win Lucas's love.
Once again, he hadn't chosen me.
The system screen flashed red—MISSION FAILED.
Back in the main system space, I said, “I'm giving up on Lucas.”

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