Till Your Last Breath
I was born with a rare condition. My blood carried healing properties strong enough to neutralize any poison.
When Garrett Frank, the young heir from Osbury, was bitten by a venomous snake, he was hanging by a thread. In that desperate moment, I slit my wrist and used my blood to cleanse the venom from his body.
Only later did I find out that whoever saved Garrett's life would become the future Mrs. Frank.
But after Garrett took over the family business, the first thing he did was drain every drop of blood from my body and have me chopped up and fed to his dogs.
"At that time, Loretta had already brought the antidote," he had said coldly. "If you had just waited another five minutes, I c