All Chapters of He Took My Heart for His First Love, Then Lost His Mind Over Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Edwinwatched me in panic. He seemed to be lost in his words. This was not what he was prepared for. He must have thought of plenty of ways of negotiation. He must have come prepared to make me finally give in to his demand and give my consent to the heart transplant. But my submission to his demand shocked him. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer, making me look up into his eyes, “Do you understand what I’m asking for? After you donate your heart to Rose, you would be a living dead, Victoria.” “Do you actually understand what that means?” He raised his eyebrows, trying to see through my eyes. How could I not? Even if I were not from this world, ever since I arrived, I have made every single attempt to make him happy. There was a brief moment when I actually thought of continuing to live in this world with him. But, after his true love arrived, he didn't consider my feelings at all, and now he was asking me to give my heart to his old lover. How could it not hurt?But I r

The pain was blinding, but through the haze, I saw the system notification flashing in the corner of my vision like a neon sign.[Progress: 99/100 Wishes Fulfilled.Current Status: Final Sacrifice in Progress.]I looked at Edwin, seeing the guilt and confusion warring on his face as he ignored Rose’s hysterical sobbing to hold me. I wanted to tell him not to flatter himself. I wanted to tell him that this blood wasn't for him.“Just…” I coughed, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. “Just schedule the surgery, Edwin. Don’t… don’t let this heart go to waste.”I closed my eyes, the darkness pulling at me. One more wish. The surgery. Then, I would finally be able to tell Mark that I was coming home.***When I opened my eyes, the antiseptic smell of the hospital was the first thing that greeted me, followed by the rhythmic, artificial hum of a heart monitor. Every beat of my heart felt like a dull hammer striking the wound in my shoulder.I opened my eyes to a sea of white. As the

"Edwin, I... I was just trying to help her!" Rose’s voice shifted instantly, the venom replaced by a high-pitched, trembling sob. She looked down at her hands, smeared with my blood, and let out a theatrical gasp. "She was falling, I tried to catch her, and then... There was so much blood! I’m so scared, Edwin!"She moved toward him, her arms outstretched, waiting for the familiar warmth of his protective embrace.But Edwin didn't move. He stood like a statue of ice, his gaze fixed on my pale face and the way the crimson pool was rapidly claiming the white sheets. For the first time in three years, the "Rose" spell was flickering."You were digging your nails into her wound, Rose," he said, his voice terrifyingly quiet. "I saw you."Rose froze. Her eyes darted around the room, realization dawning that her mask had cracked. Then, her expression shifted into something manic. "You’re choosing her? After everything? Fine! If you want her, what's the point of me living?"Before anyone could

Victoria’s POVThe first thing that returned to me was not my sight, but the smell.It wasn't the sharp, sterile sting of rubbing alcohol and bleached hospital linens, nor was it the faint, cloying scent of the white roses Edwin used to fill my room with. It was the scent of rain on asphalt, old paperbacks, and a hint of vanilla fabric softener.It smelled like home.My eyes snapped open. I wasn't staring at the harsh, blinding surgical lights of an operating theater, nor was I looking at Edwin’s devastated face behind a glass partition. Instead, I was staring at a popcorn-textured ceiling, illuminated by the soft, amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through cheap Venetian blinds.Slowly, I sat up. My hand instinctively flew to my chest, pressing hard against my sternum.There was no pain. No jagged surgical scar. No phantom ache of a heart being systematically broken for three agonizing years. My heartbeat was steady, strong, and entirely my own.A choked, breathless laugh escaped m

"No," I said.The word left my mouth before Mark could even finish his sentence, sharp and cold enough to cut through the warm, domestic air of the villa.Mark blinked, the eager energy draining from his face, replaced by a look of startled hurt. "Vic? You don't even know anything about him yet. He’s not just some guy, he’s—""I don't care who he is, Mark. I'm not meeting him." I set my fork down on the edge of my plate with a dull clatter. My appetite was entirely gone, replaced by a familiar, suffocating weight in my chest."Vic, please," Mark said softly, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the table. "He’s been a massive part of my life. He helped me find you. I told him everything about you, and he already likes you so much without even meeting you. I just thought... You would at least give him a chance. I thought you'd want to know the people who care about me.""I care about you," I whispered, my voice trembling with a sudden, fierce defensiveness. "Isn't that enough? W