My Boyfriend Drained My Blood to Please His Stepsister novel Chapter 3

Zane towered over me, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes before he buried it beneath his usual cold indifference.

"You ruined my happiness with Lily."

"So now, I’ll make sure you suffer."

"I’ll make your life a living hell."

Then he turned and stormed out.

I curled up on the floor, trembling, my tears falling uncontrollably.

He kept saying I stole Lily’s engagement.

But he had no idea…

That Lily was the one who shoved me into this marriage.

Three years ago, Zane’s family arranged a marriage with the Monroe family-Lily was the intended bride.

A year ago, Zane fell gravely ill, his kidneys failing rapidly.

He had a rare blood type. Coincidentally, so did Lily and I.

We were both a match.

But Lily flat-out refused to donate her kidney.

Without hesitation, I gave him one of mine.

Even after the transplant, he was still critically ill, his life hanging by a thread.

His family decided to push forward the wedding, hoping to bring good fortune.

But Lily refused to marry a dying man.

"I’m not about to be a widow at my age. Let Chloe marry him instead."

And just like that, my father and stepmother ordered me to take her place.

Afraid the Parker family would reject a last-minute bride switch, they made me kneel outside their home.

Forced me to beg.

Told me to say I was in love with Zane.

That I couldn’t bear to be with anyone else but him.

If I refused, they’d cut off my sister’s medication until I caved.

I knelt outside in the pouring rain for an entire day and night, begging Zane to marry me.

The whole town talked about it-how I threw myself at him, how desperate and shameless I was.

The Parker family wanted to rush the wedding for good luck, and since I had given Zane a kidney, they reluctantly agreed.

There was no ceremony, no vows-just me, dragging a single suitcase, walking into the Parker estate as his wife.

When Zane woke up and realized I was the one who married him, his first words were:

"Chloe, you’re disgusting."

Back then, I still believed that if I loved him enough, one day, he’d see my worth.

But then Zane recovered.

And Lily-Lily carved a scar into her abdomen, claiming she was the one who gave him a kidney.

She told him I stole their engagement.

From that moment on, I became the villain in Zane’s story-the gold-digger, the manipulative homewrecker.

He treated me like an enemy.

"I’ve never met a woman more repulsive than you," he spat.

I thought about leaving. I asked for a divorce.

But he refused.

"You think you can just come and go as you please?" he sneered.

"I’ll make sure you regret ever marrying me. I’ll make your life a living hell."

And he did.

Filmed it.

Posted it.

Since then, I couldn’t even look at cake without wanting to throw up.

"Lily’s birthday, and you’re acting all ungrateful?" someone sneered.

"You actually think you’re Mrs. Parker? Look in a damn mirror. That title belongs to Lily."

"Yeah, you’re just a desperate little lapdog."

Zane’s friends laughed, throwing insult after insult.

Then, suddenly-splat.

A chunk of cake hit my face.

More followed.

A rain of cake and alcohol, drenching me.

Lily and the others burst into laughter.

The sting of champagne mixed with frosting burned my eyes.

I wiped my face, blinking through the mess, and looked at Zane-he had just been standing there, watching.

Expressionless.

"Are you done?" I asked, voice calm.

"If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving."

Zane didn’t like that.

He wanted me to beg. To cry.

Instead, he pointed to the table.

Four bottles of red wine.