

From Lost Heiress To Mafia Queen
On her birthday, Emma was imprisoned by her adoptive parents and bled like livestock—only to discover she had been raised as a living blood bank. When the couple escalated to selling her organs,...The needle bites into my arm for the third time this week, but this time, I don’t pass out.\n\nI stay awake, blinking through the haze, watching my blood snake down the tube and pool in the collection bag. My birthday cake sits untouched on the counter—chocolate, my favorite, dusted with sprinkles like always. A lie wrapped in sugar.\n\nThen I hear Lydia’s voice through the vent: 'The buyer expects the liver by Thursday. Keep her hydrated and compliant.'\n\nCharles replies, 'She doesn’t suspect a thing. She still calls us Mom and Dad.'\n\nMy stomach drops. This isn’t about blood anymore.\n\nI yank the needle out, wincing as blood spatters the floor. The door clicks locked from the outside. There’s a ventilation shaft above the sink—loose screws, maybe wide enough. Or I could wait until they come back and try to fight, risking sedation… or worse.
