All Chapters of The Don Thought I Was Lying While I Was Dying: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scott Cullen, the Don of the Cullen family, had once been a beam of light in my dark life.Five years ago, he rescued me from Mac's gang just after I turned sixteen.My parents had died in that accident.My grandmother had heart disease and could no longer care for me.At the lowest point in my life, I was taken in by the Cullen family.Madam Cullen took my hand tenderly and said I was the most innocent, beautiful girl she had ever met.As soon as I became an adult, she handed me a contract: marry Scott.If I produced a legitimate heir within three years, I would receive a one-hundred-million-dollar trust, and the Cullen family would pay for my grandmother's medical care for the rest of her life.Otherwise, I could walk away with nothing.Still so young, I married into the Cullen family and unexpectedly fell for the man who had once saved me from the darkest point in my life.During our first year of marriage, Scott brought home my favorite tiramisu even when he returned after midnight

Scott began retaliating against me in plain sight.He brought every kind of woman home: blondes, redheads, hostesses, dancers...Every night, laughter and the squeak of the mattress drifted from the master bedroom.Even when he ran into me, he made no attempt to hide it. "What? You don't care? Or can you not even be bothered to pretend anymore?"His eyes held fathomless pain, his gaze tentative and searching.He seemed to be waiting for me to make a scene or grovel for his love.But I did neither.I bit my lip and went back to my room alone.Then my cousin Elena appeared.After my parents died, my uncle's family stole everything they left behind and drove my grandmother and me from the Emmons home.They cut us off entirely.Now she had the nerve to show her face in front of me!I found two lengths of rope and tied Elena up in the basement wine cellar.When Scott kicked in the door, I had just raised a broken beer bottle to her chin.He shoved me aside. "Let her go!"Elena, holding her

Just then, my phone rang. It was the hospital."Mrs. Cullen, your grandmother's heart rate has plummeted. She's in critical condition and needs emergency surgery immediately. We estimate it will cost one million dollars. Please come as soon as..."I did not take in another word of it.Still soaking wet, I ran from the pool without changing and hailed a cab straight to the hospital.My grandmother lay in an ICU bed, her frail body bristling with tubes, as thin as a dead leaf.At the sight of me, one large tear rolled from her sunken, wrinkled eye."Leah... sweetheart..." She stroked my hair with one cracked hand. "I don't want any more treatment. I mean it. Come home with me."I clutched her warm, wasted fingers and shook my head hard. "No! I'll find a way. Grandma, believe me. I will save you!"With great effort, she cupped my icy hands and breathed warm air over them.That faint warmth of her breath made my eyes sting with tears.The doctor drew me aside and gravely warned that they c

Scott's POVThe black Bentley tore through the empty streets, the accelerator almost to the floor as I raced toward the Cullen family's hospital.I yanked the doctor on duty out of the staff lounge.I fixed him with a hard stare. "What room is Leah's grandmother in?!"The terrified doctor trembled as he searched the records.After a long moment, he ventured, "Mr. Cullen... that lady passed away several days ago.""What did you say?""We did everything we could," the doctor explained softly, as if afraid I might draw my gun at any second. "Mrs. Cullen never paid for the surgery. In the end, all we could offer was conservative care..."I stood rooted to the spot, every ounce of strength draining from my body.She had not paid for the surgery?Had she really come to beg me that night for her grandmother's surgery?And what was I doing?When I came out of the shower and saw Elena ending the call, I asked about it offhandedly.Elena smiled. "Leah says her grandmother needs surgery and wants

Leah's POVI stared at the screen, my mind blank.Then I reached out and pressed the red power button on the remote.Fifty million.He was willing to spend fifty million dollars to find me, yet he had refused to give me one million to save my grandmother.I closed my eyes. The gaping wound in my chest no longer hurt.I felt nothing at all.The hospital sent a psychiatrist to evaluate me. She diagnosed me with depression and recommended comprehensive treatment.I felt nothing. I had lost everything, and living or dying made no difference to me.Even so, my body slowly recovered.The cast came off my right hand, and my ribs hurt less each day.I could even get out of bed and walk slowly.Every day, the nurse wheeled me into the garden to sit in the warm sunlight.A month later, I boarded a bus bound for a small town in the north.Before she died, my grandmother had told me she owned a small, aging house in that town. She had planned to retire there, but after she fell ill, she never retu