Todos os capítulos de Mercy for Everyone but Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

On the fourth birthday I spent by Sean Thompson's side, I received two envelopes. The first contained his wedding invitation and the second, a letter detailing my cancer diagnosis.I sat on the floor in silence for a long time, the two sheets of paper lying on either side of me. In my eyes, they resembled two diverging paths, though they both led to certain death eventually.My phone rang, sending a sharp pang through my nerves. I lay down as I answered the call. A gentle female voice came through the line."Ms. Cassandra Price? Hi, I'm calling from Lunastrel Private Hospital…"I had always loved the feeling of walking barefoot across the floor. It was late autumn and the heating wasn't on, so the cold seeped directly into the soles of my feet. It took me a long while before I hung up on the woman who was cautiously urging me to consider chemotherapy over the phone.As soon as I did, however, Sean's name appeared on my screen.Sean rarely called me himself. Whenever he needed me,

I wiped my lips instinctively. The crowd that lived for the drama was still stirring things up, and I could feel several stinging stares land on me.A wave of fatigue washed over me. My stomach, which had been aching all night, lurched suddenly. Nausea hit me fast, and I stood, covering my mouth as I nudged aside the leg blocking the exit and bolted toward the restroom.As I rushed out, dead silence descended upon the private room, but I didn't care. I'd never run this fast in my life.Still, when I reached the sink, nothing came up. After a bout of dry heaving, I started coughing. It was the kind of cough that made it feel like my lungs were about to be ripped out of my chest. It was unbearable.Eventually, I braced myself against the counter. I stared at the bloodstains in the sink, my vision darkening. After a moment, I looked at my haggard reflection in the mirror, finally feeling like someone on the verge of death.Slowly, my complexion would grow paler and my face would beco

When I walked through the entrance of the company, all eyes immediately turned to me.I was, after all, known for keeping the boss happy in more ways than one. Now that I was suddenly quitting without warning, I was bound to become the talk of the office for quite a while.The more blatant their stares, the brighter I smiled. I breezed through each department, collecting signatures as per the exit procedure. Finally, only one department head's signature remained.Clutching the paperwork, I knocked on the company president's door."Come in," he said.As soon as I entered, I felt his piercing, almost aggressive gaze settle on me.I kept my gaze steady. My heels sank silently into the carpet as I placed the form on his desk."Your signature please, Mr. Thompson."Sean didn't move. His right hand rested on his desk as he twirled a pen with a slow, lazy flick.He had strikingly beautiful eyes. They were the kind that gave you the illusion that he cared whenever his gaze met yours.

Jason was Adrian's childhood friend. He was also almost like a half-brother to me. He'd lived abroad with his parents for most of his life, but his grandparents lived next door to us. So, during the summer and winter breaks, I would tag along behind Adrian and Jason, running around aimlessly.Later, after his grandparents' passing, Jason rarely had the chance to return anymore. Still, we always stayed in touch.If he hadn't been there when my family hit rock bottom, I would probably have been rotting in jail with Adrian.Back then, Price Corporation had been caught in the eye of the storm. The company's deputy CFO, Oran, accused Dad of embezzling investment funds for personal use. He even directed the staff members from the finance department to falsify invoices to cover up his whole scheme.Then, after Dad jumped to his death, Oran provided ledgers and bank statements that successfully landed Adrian in jail.Nobody had seen Oran since Sean acquired Price Corporation at a dirt-c

I raised the bottle and smashed it against Eric's head. The glass shattered instantly. Eric clutched his head as he fell off his chair. His companions rose to intervene, only to freeze when they saw me. I kicked over a table to block their path.Then I delivered a kick to Eric's groin as he lay sprawled on the ground. He let out a wail, his hands moving down to shield himself. He cursed violently.I kicked him once more in the face. This time, he reacted quickly and grabbed my calf. It didn't matter though. I crouched down, using the momentum to jab my knee hard into his jaw.Someone pulled me off him. I was furious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luke's face. I swung a plastic chair at him, smashing it against his body until he stumbled back. I then straddled Eric again, slapping him hard across the face.Eric glared at me viciously. I slapped him again, holding nothing back. My palm went numb from the force."How does it feel to get beaten up by a slut?" I taunted.More