My Boyfriend Drained My Blood to Please His Stepsister novel Chapter 2

And from that moment on, Lily became his untouchable angel.

The sudden ringing of a phone cut through the tension.

Zane immediately shoved me aside and picked up the call, his voice dripping with tenderness.

"Lily, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I’m just teaching Chloe a lesson for you, babe. You should’ve seen it…"

Watching the stark contrast between his two faces, my heart turned ice cold.

With my torn dress clutched against me, I stumbled away under the judgmental gazes of the crowd, barely making it to the lounge.

Zane’s heart was made of stone. I would never be able to warm it.

My phone vibrated.

A message from Lily.

It was a picture-her smug face framed by my mother’s bracelet.

The only thing my mom left me.

I was fourteen when my mother died, and my stepmother moved in with Lily, who was only a month younger than me.

For my little sister, who had leukemia, I endured everything.

I gave up everything.

But Lily wanted more.

She took everything from me.

Including that bracelet.

She told me if I didn’t give it to her, she would make sure my father stopped my sister’s treatments.

I had no choice. I handed it over.

And now, another message from her:

"Chloe, without that bracelet, you're nothing. Zane treats you worse than a stray dog."

My hands shook as I clenched my phone.

Fury roared inside me. I sent a voice message back.

"That bracelet belongs to me. It was my mother’s. Give it back, Lily!"

A cold voice sounded behind me.

"Chloe!"

I wanted to believe, even for just a second, that he might hesitate.

That maybe-just maybe-he would see the truth.

But the disgust in his eyes only deepened.

"Chloe, you’re so desperate you’d make up something like this?"

"Lily is kind and gentle. You, on the other hand-you’re nothing but a manipulative snake."

"You think I’d believe such a pathetic lie? A kidney? You?"

"You make me sick."

With that, he shoved me.

I crashed into the dressing mirror behind me.

Glass shattered.

I collapsed to the ground, shards cutting into my already scarred legs.

Pain shot through my stomach, and warm blood trickled down my thigh, mixing with the blood from my legs.

It was excruciating.