He Wanted My Kidney, I Took His Empire

The day of the car accident, Nathan Casstevensa's assistant Zoey clutched her stomach in pain.

She claimed it was menstrual cramps, saying she might faint from the agony.

Nathan immediately diverted the entire medical team at the hospital to her.

I lay on the emergency gurney, shards of glass embedded deep in my abdomen.

Blood kept flowing.

The monitor's alarm grew increasingly shrill.

With my last ounce of strength, I called out to Nathan.

"Nathan! Get the doctors to operate on me now!"

"Or my family will kill you all!"

Nathan let out a cold laugh.

He strode over and gripped my face roughly.

"Vivian, still spinning tales?"

"Five years together, and you suddenly have a family?"

"Wasn't it all just lies to deceive me?"

"I knew you were an orphan when I married you!"

"Now you'd stoop to such lies just to compete for attention?"

He released me, his gaze icy.

"If anything happens to Zoey, the company stands to lose multimillion-dollar deals."

"How could you possibly compensate for that?"

With that, he turned to leave.

"If your family is so powerful, figure it out yourself."

"Let's go!"

The bodyguards and doctors all followed him out.

I was left alone in the emergency room.

The blood kept spreading.

Trembling, I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat titled "Love-Hate Family."

Nathan would never know.

Once this message was sent, he wouldn't even have a chance to survive.

Five years together.

He never believed a word I said.

Every time I mentioned my family, he dismissed it as nonsense.

I warned him my family wasn't to be trifled with.

He said I had psychological issues.

I told him they would actually kill.

He claimed I watched too many dramas.

Now, I no longer had to hide the truth.

Leo Clementson lingered by the door.

Nathan's most trusted bodyguard, he'd been assigned to me for five years.

Now he stood silently, watching as blood dripped from the gurney onto the floor.

"Leo..."

I struggled to speak.

"Please... call a doctor for me."

Leo shook his head.

"Mr. Casstevensa's orders. All doctors are to attend to Miss Zoey."

"He said your injuries aren't fatal."

Not fatal.

I looked down at the glass protruding from my abdomen.

My entire shirt was soaked in blood.

Of course.

His heart belonged to that assistant now. Why would he care if I lived or died?

My phone screen remained lit.

In the group chat, my brother Ethan's last message read:

"Sis, we're boarding the plane. Two hours max."

Attached was a photo of our mother, Isabelle, in the airport duty-free shop.