Chapter 6
Damien’s eyes flickered, like he was about to say something.
Then all hell broke loose in the OR. He rushed over, panicking. “What’s wrong with Helena?”
The surgeon looked grim. “The patient’s awake, but she’s going into heart failure from complications. She needs a heart transplant NOW!“]]
“Get her family in here for compatibility testing. We can’t wait.”
Every goddamn person in that hallway turned to stare at me.]]
Dad had a heart condition himself. That left me as Helena’s only shot.[]
My blood turned to ice in my veins. A smile twisted on my face–uglier than tears.]]
“Damien, you know damn well Helena was perfectly healthy. I’M the one with the weak heart. You all knew she was faking it–that this little ‘complication‘ was staged. And now you want my heart ripped out for her?“]
Damien’s gaze was all twisted up, a tangled mess I couldn’t read.]]
Leonardo’s voice was ice–cold. “So what if you give Helena your heart? They’ve got artificial hearts now that work just fine. You’ll live. Stop being such a drama queen about
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Funny how none of them suggested giving Helena the artificial heart instead.[]
“Damien, are you really gonna watch me die?“]
As they wheeled me toward the OR, I used every last bit of strength
When Dad showed up, he didn’t even look at me–just grabbed that
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grab Damien’s arm, tears streaming down my face. []
His lips parted, his hand just about to reach for me.[]
Then from the OR came Helena’s cry-“Damien, save me!“]]
He pushed my hand away, his voice completely wrecked. “I know this isn’t fair to you, but Helena can’t die.“[]
My voice broke. “So I get to die instead?“]
He sighed. “Once Helena’s okay, I swear I’ll make this right. Whatever it takes.”
They rolled me through those doors, and Damien never looked back.[]
The doors slammed shut.]
I wiped the tears from my face and slowly sat up.[]
The despair drained away, leaving nothing but arctic fury in its wake. “Drop the act. Untie me.“[]
The fake medical team carefully untied the restraints, murmuring, “Sorry about that, Miss Whitmore.“]
I pulled on my coat, my eyes dead calm. “Stick to the plan. Make it convincing.“]
The medical team nodded respectfully, then the OR exploded with emergency alarms.]
Standing on the hospital roof, I watched the chaos unfold below as I climbed into the helicopter.[]
The man across from me chuckled, a wicked smile playing at his lips.]
“Miss Whitmore, pleasure doing business.“]
Aurelia Whitmore died that day.
In her place rose an avenger–sworn to make the Whitmores‘ lives hell.[]
