My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium
The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. "You're a curse. If you had any conscience, you'd have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe." When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. "Please... save him..." I put my hand on Dad's shoulder. "Dad, I'll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?" Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.Chapter 1 Chapter 1
“Marcus, it really hurts. Can you please take it away?” I looked at the cigarette butt pressed against my arm, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead, but I didn’t dare move. “It hurts already? This is nothing compared to what Mom went through. Paige Quinn, do you know how much it hurt me to hear her screaming in agony that day?” Marcus Quinn pressed down harder, and I felt like the cigarette butt was going to pierce right through my arm. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Hearing his words, I bit my lip and kept silent, enduring the pain. He was right. This pain was nothing compared to what Mom went through to bring me into this world. She lost her life on that operating table, while I was given mine. And the one holding the scalpel during that surgery was my father. He watched his wife go from vibrant to lifeless, bit by bit. My arm was covered in scars, crisscrossing like a terrifying map. Even in this sweltering heat, I didn’t dare wear short sleeves, afraid people would see me as not just a killer, but a monster. When Dad came home and saw the scars on my arm, his expression didn’t change. He just patted Marcus on the shoulder like always. “Not bad. You’re getting stronger.”“Of course, Dad. I’ve been working out every day, and I swear I’ll crush anyone who messes with our family!” After saying this, Marcus glanced at me coldly. “And that includes anyone who hurt Mom.” My face went pale. I was the only one who had ever hurt her. Dad noticed my reaction. “Paige Quinn, what’s on your mind? Are you upset that Marcus burned you?” I shook my head, my face drained of all color. “That’s good. This is your fate. You took away the person Marcus loved most. He’s just avenging Mom.” Dad pressed down on my arm, intensifying the pain. I gasped, tears welling up as I whispered, “Dad...” His expression turned cold and unyielding, like he was ready to devour me. Marcus rushed forward and shoved me to the ground. “This is my dad, not yours. Paige Quinn, you’re just the murderer who killed my mom. Stop pretending you belong in this family.” My head hit the corner of the table, and everything started spinning. I felt completely powerless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach the people I longed to hold on to. Whether it was Mom, Dad, or Marcus, they all hated me. ...... Even my name, Paige Quinn, felt like I was destined to repay a debt with my life. If I could choose, I would rather have never been born into this world. That way, no one else would have to suffer. I went to my room, a small, dark space in the attic. It was pitch black, with no light except for a stub of a candle. “Today, Marcus burned me with a cigarette. I don’t hate him, but I saw the disgust in his eyes, and it terrified me.”
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“Mia’s brother treats her so well. She says girls are supposed to be pampered. Is that true? “Dad hates me too. He says I took away his wife’s life, that I’m a murderer. “But if I could, I’d give anything to make things right.” The diary was already filled with pages of writing. It was something my mom had left behind, and on the cover was a note she had written for me: “My daughter must be so adorable. I’ll use this journal to record her life.” I held the diary close to my chest, my nose tingling as I tried to hold back the tears. But I couldn’t stop them from falling onto my legs. Mom, I miss you so much. But if I see you again, would you hate me too? I didn’t even remember how I fell asleep. I woke up shivering, curled up in a ball, still clutching the diary tightly. My eyes felt sore, and after getting ready quickly, I headed to school. It was the only place where I felt any warmth. “Paige, I can tell you haven’t been eating well. Here, eat something. I brought you some pa
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Dad walked in, looking serious, holding a piece of paper in his hand. I nodded quickly and stepped outside, knowing my place. Dad was the best doctor around. If anyone could save Marcus, it was him. ...... “We’ve found a kidney donor.” I had just left the room when I overheard Dad talking to Marcus. “Is it a match?” Marcus asked eagerly, his voice filled with hope. “Yes, and she’s agreed. We can schedule the surgery right away.” Dad’s voice was calm as usual, but relief washed over me. Marcus was going to be okay. Back in the attic, I wrote in my diary: “Today, we found a way to save Marcus. I’m not exactly sure what a donor is, but I know it means he’s going to be okay. I’m so happy. “When Marcus gets better, I’ll cook all kinds of delicious food for him. Mom wrote in her diary that before I was born, Marcus promised he’d protect me forever. I believe in Mom, and I believe in Marcus. They’ll forgive me.” I was in the middle of writing when a sudden knock on the door made
Let The Years Be
After years of living in Marina City with her childhood friends Andrew and Stephen, Chloe Smith makes a sudden decision that shocks everyone - she'll return to Kingston City to fulfill an arranged marriage from her youth. As Chloe prepares to leave, a new presence enters their lives: Helen Zimmer, an intern who quickly captures Andrew and Stephen's attention. Caught between childhood loyalties and a future she never imagined, Chloe must navigate betrayal, shifting relationships, and the realization that the people she thought would always be there might have already moved on without her.
I Signed Her Name Instead
A deal between families forced my Fiancé Marco Corvini to marry me. My parents were dead. His obsession was Isabella Falcone, the princess of our rivals. In the end, Marco devoured my family's empire and threw me to the wolves. He paraded Isabella on his arm like a prize he'd won. Twenty years later, I was on my deathbed. My own son—our son—held the poison. He said I was useless, that his father needed the Falcone family's power. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day of my blood oath. This time, to save my family, I didn't sign my name on the pact. I signed hers. Isabella Falcone's. As for me? I took the fortune my parents left me and disappeared. This time, I wouldn't be the fool bleeding for a man who was never mine.
Mrs. Perfect
Six months ago, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body weakens as my wolf fades away, leaving me with three days left to live. On the last day before my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears he'll make it up to me someday. My sister faces plagiarism accusations for stealing my thesis, but I take the blame. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?
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