The Pauper for The Princess
On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country.
He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite.
At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life.
Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him.
Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?"
My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly.
"Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?"
Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine."
Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.