He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It

"Fifty thousand each time. When I get tired of playing, you can just fuck off."

James Spencer slammed a thick stack of bills onto Heather Hardin's face.

She bent down, picking them up one by one.

Suddenly, he rushed forward and, like a wolf, tightened his grip around her neck.

"Heather, how can you be so cheap? You'll do anything for money."

"A woman like you, obsessed with vanity, deserves to die—die at the pure age of eighteen."

In James's heart, Heather was the most despicable woman in the world.

She abandoned him for money, then came back to him for money.

But what he didn’t know was that seven years ago, it was she who traded her life for his.

She was severely injured, and death was near.

Every day, as he wantonly humiliated her, she silently counted down the days she had left to live.