Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Chapter 11 Bonus

The name “Ellen” was Jamie’s lifelong wound.

They were kindred spirits, both products of sacrifice within their families.

The difference was that he had a choice; Ellen never did.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The fortunate thing was, their engagement had been a source of joy for them both.

Yet, the greater the joy, the deeper the sorrow when it all ended.

He could never forget the horrific scene of his parents‘ death, and his future had room only for revenge.

When Ellen offered him a hundred million to start anew, he accepted without hesitation because it was what The Harris family owed him.

Sylvia had always been a tool Jamie cultivated -a shield to hide his love for Ellen, a false cover for an imaginary balance.

But in his heart, there was never any balance; it always tipped toward one person.

Some things couldn’t be spoken aloud, yet they both knew them well.

What stood between them was a bloody, flesh–strewn path.

The victor takes all; the defeated lose everything.

Jamie had won, but he also lost.

Every year, he would take a month to check if that woman was doing well, to see if his son had grown taller.

Until his hair turned gray.

On the day his son got married, holding a microphone, he shouted to the man standing at the back:

“Are you going to make my mom wait until she’s in her grave?”

-The End –

Book 5 Died on the Day My Sister Married My Boyfriend

A year after my passing, I attended my sister’s wedding.

I watched as Lydia and Bronx exchanged rings amid the blessings of the guests.

My stepfather comforted my tearful mother with gentle words, and even my usually stern brother, Nash, wore a rare smile.

They remained a happy, loving family.

And I? I was nothing more than a ghost with a body that could not be found.