Sorry Daddy, I'm Not Spare Parts for Her!

In the novel, my stepfather no longer despised me. Instead, he doted on me, shielding me from anyone who dared to cross me.

Rumors spread like wildfire—Ethan Foster, the ruthless business tycoon, had a soft spot for one person. Cross her, and you'd regret it.

The story played out beautifully… until the grand finale, where I found myself rotting in prison, betrayed by the very man who'd whispered sweet nothings into my ear every night.

Turns out, his kindness was nothing but a calculated move. His true love was dying, and my bone marrow was the only cure.

Now, back at the beginning of the novel, I've given up on confessing to my stepfather. My only goal? Escape his grasp—before it's too late.

December 12th—my 21st birthday.

Ethan had gone all out, throwing a lavish bonfire party in the Maldives. The beach was strewn with flowers, heart-shaped balloons floating in the breeze. At the center stood a breathtaking pink designer gown, the kind that made my friends' eyes gleam with envy.

"Mr. Foster spoils Ava rotten! A thousand roses and a designer dress? I'd kill to be in her shoes."

"Right? If only I had a stepdad like him—gorgeous, loaded, and totally devoted."

The scene should've filled me with joy. Instead, dread coiled in my stomach.

Because I remembered.

In my old life, Ethan had barely spared me a glance, let alone a kind word. This? This was a fantasy I'd written myself—one that was about to turn into a nightmare.

As if on cue, a book materialized in my hands—my unfinished novel. The first half matched my drafts perfectly, filled with saccharine moments between me and Ethan.

But the last page?

Grand Finale.

And in that finale, I died behind bars while Ethan walked down the aisle with her.

My chest tightened. Had this already happened? Was I doomed to repeat it?

I needed answers. But just as I turned to leave, I spotted Ethan slipping out the hotel's back door, his expression strained.

Curiosity won. I followed.

And that's when I heard her name.

"Luna, just take your medicine. I've found a bone marrow match. You're going to be okay."

Luna.

The woman Ethan had kept hidden—the one whose photo I'd accidentally seen on his phone. The one who'd earned a smile I'd never received.

Back then, he'd frozen me out for a month just for touching his phone.

Now, his voice was tender, soothing. A stark contrast to the cold indifference he'd always shown me.

His assistant approached, voice hushed.

"Sir, the contract's ready. Once Ava signs, we can schedule Luna's surgery."

A pause. Then, quieter—

"And about the hit-and-run… Are you really going to let Ava take the fall? The victim's family won't settle for money. They want Luna in prison."

Ethan didn't answer. He didn't need to.

The silence was confirmation enough.

My knees buckled. I clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling a sob.

I'd thought fate had finally smiled on me. Instead, it had handed me a gilded noose.

Because then—somehow—I heard his thoughts.

Luna from the other world couldn't be saved. But here, I can fix that.

In this novel, Ava's immortal. What's a little suffering?

I'll give her the dream life she wanted. Then, once Luna's safe, I'll make it up to Ava in the next world.

My blood turned to ice.

He wasn't just using me.