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 could've married her openly and honorably.
"But you had to interfere. You stole her place as Mrs. Frank, drove her into despair, and pushed her to take her own life. Since you claim your blood can cure any poison, let's see how much antidote it can make."
They bled me dry and threw me into a cage for his dogs. I died there, torn apart and unrecognizable.
Afterward, my parents went bankrupt because of the Franks. Both of them took poison and died together.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Garrett had been bitten by the snake.
Michelle Frank, Garrett's mother, looked at me with desperate hope.
"I heard you have that rare healing blood," she said. "Will you please save my son?"
I quickly shook my head.
"That's just a rumor, Mrs. Frank. And honestly, using blood as medicine sounds pretty unsanitary. Please don't worry. I heard Ms. Huber is on her way with a special antidote. Your son will be fine!"
Still, a small part of me couldn't help looking forward to what would happen.
If I didn't step in this time, Garrett wouldn't just fail to inherit the family business—he'd be lucky to live another month!