The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson) novel Chapter 1

"Ida, let me draw another tube of blood. Your sister's anemia is getting serious again. You both have rare blood types, so only your blood can save her. I know you are suffering, but don't worry, I will marry you. I will definitely marry you."

A handsome and elegant man with gold-rimmed glasses walked toward her. His voice was soft and charming.

Oneida Chaser lay on the cold and hard bed, shaking her head desperately.

She wanted to refuse, but her throat felt constricted, making it difficult to utter any words.

Oneida realized that her physical state could not tolerate any more blood being taken away.

She had given countless tubes of her own blood in order to save her sister, Jennifer Chaser, who was suffering from severe anemia.

Her body was depleted, and her veins were emptied from the constant blood draws.

She had become like a walking blood bank, devoid of any dignity, and her health had been severely compromised. At this point, her condition was extremely terrible.

If she had more blood taken, she would surely lose her life.

However, the man seemed oblivious to her struggle and resistance and proceeded to insert the cold needle into her blood vessel without hesitation.

Dark blood gushed out from Oneida's body continuously while a single tear trickled down from the corner of her eye.

She didn't hold anyone else responsible for her current miserable state. She only blamed herself for being foolish and mistakenly trusting the man in front of her.

He was also the man she had once deeply loved.

He once professed his love for her and expressed his desire to marry her, but he then betrayed her trust by tricking her into donating blood for Jennifer.

Trapped and unable to leave, Oneida could only watch herself go from being healthy and energetic to slowly dying.

It turned out that his love was fake, and his marriage promise was just a lure.

If he truly loved her, he wouldn't use her blood to save another woman.

The man's act of taking another tube of blood from Oneida seemed to drain the last bit of life from her.

"Done," the man said with a smile. "Ida, you're a good girl. I'll come to visit you later."

After saying those words, he left without looking back.

Oneida was overcome by a sudden chill, and her eyes grew heavy as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

As she was about to fall into darkness, she faintly heard a conversation happening near the door.

"Christopher, will you really marry Oneida?" asked Jennifer, her voice as gentle as falling snow.