My Boyfriend Drained My Blood to Please His Stepsister novel Chapter 7

Lily’s kidney had been a match all along-but she refused to donate it.

So I did. Without hesitation.

She was supposed to marry Zane, but she refused because he was sick.

So they threw me in her place.

And what did he do?

He called me a manipulator.

He humiliated me.

Tortured me.

Despised me.

The woman he worshipped-his so-called "angel"-was a monster.

And the wife he hated…

Was the only one who had ever loved him.

Zane clutched his head, letting out a guttural, agonized scream.

He had driven to death the one person who had given him everything.

Now, all he had left was her worn, tattered journal.

He read it over and over.

"Chloe… I’m sorry. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong…"

Kneeling before my grave, he wept until his voice was hoarse.

Then, he turned his grief into vengeance.

One by one, he tore the Monroe family apart.

Every humiliation. Every cruelty. Every ounce of suffering they had inflicted on me…

He repaid it.

Tenfold.

Lily finally understood what it felt like to be me.

Because Zane made sure of it.

He had his men get Lily drunk and dump her on the streets, where filthy hands clawed at her.

Then he had her clothes torn to shreds and left her in the middle of a crowded plaza, exposed, humiliated beyond belief.

Lily screamed and begged, but no one listened.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Zane had her tied to a chair, her clothes ripped open.

"Zane, you can’t do this to me! I love you!" Lily shrieked, struggling against the restraints.

Zane let out a cold laugh, his eyes like sharpened blades.

"Love me? You?"

The whip cracked against her skin.

Again.

And again.

Each strike carried the weight of his rage.

Lily’s screams echoed through the basement.

Through the pain, she spat out a laugh, voice hoarse.

"You think you’re any better, Zane?"

"You’re the one who drove Chloe to her death!"

"You were blind, stupid! You think this is my fault? Blame yourself!"

Her words hit like a knife straight to his chest.

Zane snapped.

He lunged at her, hands wrapping around her throat.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up!"

But he wasn’t done.

He had her strapped to a hospital bed, a needle piercing her vein.

Tube after tube filled with her blood until she was as pale as a ghost.

"Zane… you’re insane… you’ll regret this…" she gasped.

Zane crouched beside her, gripping her chin with merciless fingers.

"Regret?" His lips curled into a cruel smile.

"My only regret is not seeing through you sooner."

Then he turned to the doctors.

"Strap her down."

Lily's eyes widened in terror.

"N-no-Zane, please-"

"You claimed you gave me your kidney?" He tilted his head.

"Let’s see for ourselves."

"No anesthesia."

"I want her to feel everything Chloe felt."

The scalpel glinted under the light.

Lily’s screams were bloodcurdling.

When it was over, he left her on that cold operating table to rot.

Meanwhile, her father’s company crumbled.

Her stepmother? Ruined.

His lips moved, forming her name.

Chloe.

She felt nothing.

Once, she had worshiped him.

Now, she stood on her own, radiant, untouchable.

Breaking the gaze, she turned away, stepping off the stage.

"Chloe!"

His voice-hoarse, desperate-cut through the noise.

She paused.

Then, without looking back, she walked away.

After the ceremony, reporters and fans surrounded her.

She answered every question with grace, a perfect smile on her lips.

And when the crowd finally thinned, she exhaled.

The past was over.

I let out a breath of relief and was about to leave when Zane stumbled forward, blocking my way.

"Chloe…"

He stood there, eyes bloodshot, his lips trembling.

"Do you need something?" I asked coolly.

"Chloe, it’s really you… You’re alive. Thank God…"

His voice shook with overwhelming relief.

He reached out, as if to touch me, but I took a sharp step back.

"Mr. Parker, I think you’ve got the wrong person. My name is Eve."

He froze, his hand still hanging in midair.

"No… You’re Chloe. Your eyes, your voice-I could never forget them."

"Let go," I said icily, staring him down.

"Chloe, I know you hate me… You have no idea what these past years have been like for me."

His voice broke, tears spilling down his face again.

I yanked my hand away, my expression void of any warmth.

"Chloe is dead. You killed her. Three years ago. Remember?"

"The person standing in front of you now has nothing to do with you."

With a sudden thud, he dropped to his knees.

His legs slammed against the floor, his face wet with tears.