Borrowed Heart Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath, though I wasn't sure who I was pleading with him or myself. The truth was, I was being selfish. I despised the fact that my motivation wasn't just about matchmaking or ensuring a perfect union, it was about money. The loans were crushing me, weighing down on me like a constant shadow, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn't. I needed this. A Livingstone-Rutherford wedding would be a goldmine for me, not just because of the prestige but because it meant financial stability. Organizing an event of that scale while successfully finding Ethan a wife? That kind of success would change everything.

“I know. I just… I don’t know how.” The doctor hesitated, then pulled a small card from his pocket. “Look, I’m not supposed to do this, but a patient’s family mentioned something last week. There’s an agency that handles unusual arrangements. High paying ones. They call it spouse rental. Legal contracts for people who need money quick. Might be worth a call if you’re truly desperate.” Lina stared at the plain white card with only a phone number and the words “Elite Matches – Contract Services.” “Spouse rental? Like… fake marriage?”

Tyshawn tried his best and soon brought in the top international cardiologist. "Doctor, I beg you. Save my sister." Zackary's legs and feet went numb, and he fiercely knelt in front of the doctor, looking withered. He took the doctor's hand, his voice trembling. "As long as you can save her, I'll give you whatever you want, including my heart." Zackary fearfully brushed his hand over his heart which was beating strongly because of his emotions. "This heart, it was originally Kiersten's. I don't want it. I don't want it!

Doctor Varma ordered. Operating room one was in a scramble, trying to save the life of Briana West. They failed to contact Shantelle and William, but they convinced Doctor Hale to save Briana West's life, regardless of the donor list issue. Doctor Hale eventually returned. He and Doctor Varma implanted an artificial heart in Briana West, saving her life. Sadly, however, Briana still had no real heart. The Wests avoided the mechanical heart option, but in the end, their daughter wound up with one. Not only that, they wasted a good heart that was meant for someone else.

A woman's voice, ragged and desperate, tore through the line. "H-help me. Beverly, help! I can save you—I'm the only one who can create a 3D-printed heart, the only one who can save you. I-I'm the cardiothoracic specialist Chief Bronson found for you. With your heart, you only have three years left. Without me, you won't survive. Save me, please!" The call was abruptly cut off. Beverly tried to call back, but the other end was already powered off.

She let them cut her open and take the heart out of her chest and give it to a man who would later torture her father, cause her mother's death, and kick her into a rainstorm while she was pregnant with a machine dying behind her ribs. I read the surgical report twice. The consent form has her signature, shaky and young, the handwriting of a girl who was so in love she would literally give the organ that kept her alive to a man who would spend the next three years destroying her. She gave her heart to a man who destroyed her and now she carries my mother's. I close the laptop and lie in the dark. The flatline is quieter tonight, not gone but pushed back, kinda muted by something I can't name

He argued. She kept silent as she watched her parents arguing. She knew she was the reason they had borrowed the money in the first place. Some time ago, she developed a heart disease which required surgery of about 500 thousand naira. They had no other option but to borrow from Mr Steel who was the only person available to help. Desperate for the survival of their only child, her parents had no option but to accept the money which had a huge amount of interest which had kept on accumulating through the years.

Her heart was bursting with pain. The doctor looked at her and said angrily, "For the past one month, we have repeatedly asked you to deposit all the money but you have failed to deposit the money on time. Another patient has come for the heart. We cannot return him. The heart has already been transplanted into the other patient's body. Keep this money with you. It will be useful for your Mother's funeral. Your Mother has at most an hour, so don't waste time begging here unnecessarily and go to your Mother."

“She borrowed money from the wrong men who could sell her organs in pieces to settle it. And no one would question them.” My throat tightened and my lungs burned, but I wasn't surprised because I knew about it. I was there when she borrowed the money for my grandma’s surgery. And for some stupid. “She agreed to this marriage,” he continued. “I married her to give you shelter. But the debt must be paid.” He paused again, letting the words sink into my flesh like cold needles. “Thank you, sir for your kindness toward us.” I forced my voice to work. “We… we’ll find a way to repay you. Believe me. I can work…”

I didn't like the CEO, but I was desperately in need of his money. "Brooks CEO's bride-to-be to be unveiled soon." Staring at the card I got earlier, I took a heavy sigh, placed it in my bag, and made my way out of the building.