Novel & Cerita All But My Life

All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to. THE END

"My child is my responsibility. I can raise him myself! In this lifetime, I only have two children—Addie and Jas. Stop dreaming!" Spotting a broom in the corner, she grabbed it without hesitation and swung it at them. "Get out! Get out of here!" "Nice one!" I cheered wildly from the side, waving my arms excitedly. "Nobody gets to break our family apart!" For some reason, my condition had been getting worse lately. I was always drowsy, and my body was becoming more transparent. I looked at the cross-stitch and tried countless times to hang it back on the wall, but the lightweight cloth felt like it was heavier than a thousand pounds.

"Mom has late stage uremia. Your kidney is a match for her. She raised you like a son, so it's time you repay her." I stared at her in disbelief. "What?" With a trembling finger, I pointed at Henry. "Why me? What about him?" She slid between me and that man, blocking him from my sight. "He can't," she said adamantly, and my heart sank. Henry peeked out from behind her and smiled. "I'm a candidate, but she wouldn't let me do it. Leslie's born with a genetic disease and is still under treatment. I need to stay healthy and watch over him. That leaves only you. You won't refuse, will you?"

Qykerth combed his fingers through Queseon’s hair as he thought of how unbelievable his life was. He first went from being in a happy household to losing his father and dying. He looked down at the red scarf that wrapped itself around Queseon and him. Holding the red scarf, he wrapped it around Queseon and said, “Queseon, this scarf shouldn’t be alive but it is. Five years ago, it came to life after I went into shock and died. Within it resides the soul of myself, my mother and the unborn child within her stomach – this scarf has no use to me so I want you to keep it with you always, it seems to like you as well.”

She stormed over and slapped me hard across the face. “Do you not understand? This surgery is happening, whether you like it or not! Let’s not waste our breath. Watch her carefully. She’s not to leave this place before the operation.” Paxton didn’t argue. His eyes were now filled with disappointment. The three of them left, locking me inside Paxton’s apartment. They even stationed guards at the door. I curled up on the cold floor, my cheek still burning from the slap. We were both their daughters. Yet, one was pampered and sheltered, given everything she ever wanted, while the other was discarded like trash, left to fend for herself.

Like his brain hadn't caught up yet. The ring box slipped from his hand and hit the floor. But I knew better. He'd catch up soon enough. He always did. He should've seen this coming the second he chose Molly—and turned my life into a nightmare. This time, his theatrics didn't shake me. I left the call behind and threw myself back into research. Maybe he finally got the message, because he stopped trying to win me back. Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love."

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

“Anyone else who dares defame my name in any way, shape or form, I promise you, it won't be a press conference next time. And you don't want to know what it'll be.” By the time I finished, the live stream was flocked with adoration and praises. I took the elevator back up to my office. The adrenaline that coursed my blood slowly faded and got replaced with a sense of victory. I took in the image of myself standing opposite me. My white coat had never looked much better on me. I pushed open the door to my office and was surprised to find Bradley perched on my desk. He walked briskly towards me and enveloped me in a hug.

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

"Back then, you said I was too extreme in the act and that no one in real life would be that stupid. But I get it now. She wasn't stupid. It was just that the fire was all she had left." Blake's breathing grew heavier on the other end of the line. "What are you trying to say?" "I'm saying…" I finished the last bite of cake. "For the next ten days, I'm going to live my own life. Don't look for me, and don't bother me. Don't use my family to threaten me. If I'm still alive in ten days…" I laughed. "We can go back to playing your game." … I checked into the most expensive presidential suite in the city, swiping the supplementary card Blake had given me.