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They force-fed me and hooked me to IV drips—my arms were covered in needle marks.
Lucas never visited, but Adrian came often.
I never responded, but he'd talk anyway, Isabella was getting better, just one more transplant, then they'd find other donors.
One day, a doctor entered with a thick syringe.
I trembled at the sight of the needle—the constant injections had traumatized me.
“Can we… skip this one?”
It was the first time I'd spoken since my confinement.
He smiled coldly, as if he'd found a weakness, “Scared, Elara?”
“Fine. No injection.”
“But only if you agree willingly to donate to Isabella.”
“No one is forcing you—just sign here.”
I clenched my fists, enduring the shaking, and turned away.
So this was Adrian meant by “voluntary”—he wanted to strip me of my last shred of dignity.
“Elara, if you just cooperate, I might even let you go afterward.”
He paused. “After this, the Blackwoods, Pierces, and Daniels can easily find another donor in Seaside Heights.”
“Let me go”—those words tempted me deeply.
I didn't want to be trapped here any longer.
His assistant handed me a consent form.
My hand shook badly as I signed.
But the next second, they pinned me down on the bed.
I screamed, “Adrian, you promised!”
But he only gently brushed the hair from my forehead, his voice deceptively soft,
“Don't be scared, Elara. This is just nutrients. It's good for you.”
The cold needle pierced my skin.
I felt a numb despair.
Adrian always preferred me obedient,
“Good girl. Sorry I lied, but you're too weak for the surgery now.
You need to regain your strength...”
Before he finished, I broke free, snatched the syringe, and stabbed it deep into my own neck.
Warm blood gushed out, staining the sheets.
In Adrian's horrified stare, I looked down at him with a trace of defiant pride.
“You want my life? Then take it.”
Adrian never let me call him “brother.”
On the day I was adopted, he pushed me down the stairs and said,
“You're not my sister. Get out!”
The stairs were carpeted, but the fall still hurt terribly.
After that, I avoided him—just tried to survive.
When Isabella returned, she accused me of bullying her.
Did Adrian really believe that?
It didn't matter—he always took her side.
