He Bought My Heart... Then Gave It to Her

I got a heart transplant in secret—keeping it from Garrett and his precious "one true love."

Everyone thought I was dead. Meanwhile, I was sipping cocktails on some tropical beach, letting the sun kiss my skin.

Then Garrett figured out my urn was stuffed with baby formula.

Oops. Busted.

I discovered I was immortal at seven years old.

My drunk father, in one of his usual rages, smashed empty liquor bottles over my head until the floor glittered with broken glass.

I felt the blood drain from my body, the cold creeping into my bones, making me shake.

But just as I thought it was over—warmth rushed through me, pulling me back from the edge.

So when Lily asked for my heart, I didn't even blink.

Just a heart. I won't die. And I get to save someone. Easy choice.

Lying on that cold operating table, anesthesia dragging me under, the last face in my mind was Garrett's.

I met him at eighteen, working at a dive bar.

After my dad kicked it, I needed cash fast—summer jobs barely covered tuition, but bartending? That paid.

One night, Garrett, wasted out of his mind, slurred, "I'll pay you to be with me."

I said yes before he finished the sentence.

Even he looked surprised.

Who says no to money, especially when it comes with a guy who's rich, hot, and barely sober enough to stand?

That night, he took me to his penthouse—the kind of place I'd only seen in movies.

I couldn't help poking around, running my fingers over marble countertops and stupidly expensive art. Garrett just frowned.

"What's your name?"

"Sarah."

"Sarah," he repeated, like it meant something. "Cute."

I played the part—shy, grateful, whatever he wanted.

"Give me your bank details. I'll deposit money. Don't ask for more. There's a housekeeper—use her."

Then, like it was an afterthought: "You'll take piano lessons. Twice a week. I'll check your progress in a month. Fail, and this ends."

A free penthouse, no money problems, and piano lessons? Jackpot.