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All Chapters of My Parents Want Me To Be My Sister’s Blood Bank: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

When blood started pouring from my mouth, only one thought crossed my mind, “Thank God I had made it to the office.”While brushing my teeth that morning, I had been unable to get rid of the sweet, metallic taste in my mouth. Staring at the sallow, hollow-eyed man in the mirror, I could barely recognize him as Bruno Lawson. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and slapped my cheeks hard, trying to bring some color back into them and conceal my pale complexion. I kept checking the time throughout the cab ride to the office.Normally, I would never have allowed myself the expense of a cab, but that morning was different. If I could clock in and die at my desk, the company would have a much harder time denying that my death was work-related. I knew what was happening inside my body. I felt like a rusted-out machine whose parts were failing one after another. A searing pain tore through my chest. Every breath tasted of blood.Still, I had to make it to the office. If

Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, the world had gone quiet. I floated above the room and watched as my body was carried away, leaving behind a glaring pool of crimson. I felt strangely hollow, yet also lighter, as though an enormous weight had finally been lifted from my shoulders. I wanted to go home. I was afraid that my parents would be devastated by my death. Even as a ghost, I wanted to stay with them a little longer. The moment the thought entered my mind, I found myself somewhere both unknown and familiar. It was not the mold-infested basement we called home. It was the sprawling riverfront apartment downtown where I had lived ten years ago. Sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the expensive leather sofa. The air carried the subtle fragrance of Dad’s favorite designer candle, an extravagant indulgence that cost hundreds of dollars.Three people were sitting on the sofa.My mother, supposedly ravaged by terminal cancer, was n

Chapter 3

I hovered above them, listening to their self-righteous excuses, and I felt a chill seep through my soul.So there had never been any bankruptcy. There had never been any terminal illness.Those past ten years of suffering, my stolen youth, even my life...All of it had been sacrificed because they were afraid I would resent Penelope and fight her over my share of the family fortune.I remembered Mom weeping during my sophomore year and saying, “Bruno, I’m so sorry. I have become nothing but a burden to you.”Her words had broken my heart. At that moment, I vowed to give my life to protect our family.I gave up the scholarship that would have paid for the rest of my degree, walked away from the woman I loved, and cut myself off from everyone I knew.I turned myself into a machine that did nothing but work and make money.Whenever I felt that I could not go on, I thought about Mom’s medical bills and Dad’s weary sighs. That was always enough to make me grit my teeth and push mys

Chapter 4

Mom picked up the old phone she kept solely for contacting me and began typing a message.Her expression was perfectly calm, as though she were asking me to give up some worthless trinket.[Bruno, I think I’m dying. The doctor says that my kidneys are failing and that I need an urgent transplant. You’re my only hope. Please come to the hospital and save me.]Message sent.Mom casually tossed the phone aside and settled back against the sofa. She seemed completely certain that her plan would work.“Just wait. Bruno has always put us first. He’ll call back immediately, crying and promising to help.”Dad nodded. He was plucking a grape from the fruit bowl and feeding it to Penelope. “That’s true. He may be a little naive, but he genuinely loves us.”I stared at that old phone, shaking with horror and disbelief.A kidney?Mom, did you know? Mine had failed long ago. When I was diagnosed with leukemia two years ago, the doctor told me that my organs were gradually shutting down.

Chapter 5

The room fell silent.The anger on Mom’s frozen face was replaced by a look of disbelief so profound that it was almost absurd.The grape slipped from Dad’s fingers and rolled across the floor.“Huh...”Mom let out a sharp, humorless laugh, as though she had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.“Dead?” she said into the phone. Her tone was openly mocking and dismissive. “He coughed up blood and died at his desk? Really? “Wow. Bruno really has outdone himself this time. He would fake his own death just to avoid donating a kidney? Did he pay you people to stage this whole thing? Well, I’ll give you credit. It sounds convincing!”The HR manager was clearly stunned. He hurried to explain, “Ma’am, this isn’t a joke. The police have been here, and the medical examiner has taken custody of his body. Bruno really is dead.”“Enough!” Mom cut him off, furious at what she believed was an attempt to deceive her. “Stop acting! Tell Bruno that this fake-death stunt is patheti

Chapter 6

The law firm was bustling with clients and staff.Mom and Dad were dressed head to toe in designer labels, carrying themselves with the smug arrogance of people convinced that justice was on their side.They marched straight into the estate attorney’s office and dropped the family trust documents onto his desk.“We want to amend the trust,” Mom said coldly. “Remove Bruno Lawson as a beneficiary.”The attorney examined the documents. “Bruno Lawson? Is he here? Under the terms of this trust, removing him requires his signed consent.”“He can’t come,” Dad replied with biting sarcasm. “He’s angry with us and far too busy pretending to be a corpse.”The attorney frowned, clearly missing the sarcasm. “He is dead? In that case, I’ll need a certified death certificate. His interest would be handled under the trust’s death provisions. You can’t simply remove him.”“There is no death certificate! He has simply decided that he doesn’t want us as parents anymore!” Mom tapped the desk impati

Chapter 7

The police cruiser sped toward the county medical examiner’s office, its siren wailing.Inside, the silence was deathly.My parents huddled in the corner. They were trembling as they muttered, “It can’t be true. There must be a mistake. He’s just trying to scare us.”They were still clinging desperately to their denial.The truth was, if they admitted that I was dead, then everything they had done to me over the past ten years in the name of teaching me a lesson would amount to murder.They arrived at the morgue.A wave of bone-chilling cold greeted them.The medical examiner was already waiting.“Are these his parents?” She was a young woman. She regarded them with the same mixture of contempt and disbelief.She approached the stainless-steel gurney and placed one hand on the corner of the white sheet. “Prepare yourselves.”In one swift motion, she pulled back the sheet.Beneath it lay a body so emaciated and ravaged that it scarcely looked human.That was me.Bruno La

Chapter 8

“This is the son you called selfish and ungrateful?”The older officer’s voice boomed through the morgue.Mom took the phone with trembling hands and read the entries one by one, each one revealing another sacrifice I had made for them.“No!”A broken, anguished scream tore from her throat.She staggered backward and collapsed to the floor. She clutched her head as she sobbed uncontrollably.Her entire body convulsed with every ragged breath.She bit down so hard that blood soon appeared at the corner of her mouth.“I’m a monster! I have money! I’m worth billions! Why did I pretend we were poor? Why did I test him? Bruno, I had money! You didn’t have to die for me! I never needed your insurance money!”Dad stumbled toward the gurney and gripped its edge for support. He reached for my face but could not bring himself to touch it.“My son... My precious boy... I’m sorry. I never should’ve lied to you. The tests, the inheritance, none of it mattered! It was all bullshit! All of

Chapter 9

The wardrobe was almost empty.It contained only two once-white T-shirts, now yellowed with age and stretched at the collars, and a pair of black work pants worn smooth and shiny from years of use.Those were my work clothes.Beside them hung a heavy coat, the only thing I owned to keep myself warm during winter.Dad took down the coat and ran his hands over it.It was covered in patches, each one held in place by uneven stitches. It was my own handiwork.I could not spare the money to have it professionally repaired, much less buy a new winter coat. “How... How can this be all he had?” Dad clutched the coat to his chest. He was sobbing so hard that he could barely stand. “I design clothes for a living, and my own son spent ten years wearing this.”Mom began searching through the desk drawers.She was desperate to find something, any small sign that I had experienced even a little happiness, to ease her guilt.There was nothing.The drawers contained only a thick stack of

Chapter 10

Many people attended my funeral.There were relatives I had once known, old friends, and business associates of the Lawson family.They stood near my grave, whispering among themselves.“He is dead? Didn’t they tell everyone he was studying abroad?”“I heard he worked himself to death.”“The Lawsons are really heartless. The moment their daughter was born, they stopped caring about their son.”Every whispered remark landed like a blow against Mom and Dad.Dressed in black, they stood beside my grave looking as though they had aged twenty years.Penelope stood nearby, bewildered.She could not understand why Mom and Dad had barely spoken to her for days. Nor could she understand why they were so devastated that the “bad brother” they had told her about was dead. After the funeral, our family fell apart completely.One by one, every illness they had invented to deceive me began to afflict them for real, as though their lies had become curses.Mom was the first.Not long af

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