Her Kidney was the Payment for His Broken HeartChapter One: Leave Him
After her family went bankrupt, Daisie Rosemont sold herself to the wealthy Granthams to pay off her family’s debts. In turn, she became the wife of Willard, the heir.
But he despised her.
The reason was the woman he truly loved—Kendra Spender—had left for overseas on the day of his wedding. And on his way to the airport to chase after her, he was ambushed by a rival family and left with a broken leg.
He blamed it all on Daisie.
In turn, he threw her into his family’s training base for aggressive dogs, forcing her to tame one by hand.
She was bitten from head to toe, her body covered in scars. The reward—a single visit to her dying mother in the hospital.
When her younger brother was framed and forced into enormous gambling debts, the collectors threatened to cut off his hand. Willard then ordered her into an underground boxing ring.
“Last a round,” he said, “and I’ll erase ten thousand of his debts.”
She lasted a round, but two of her ribs were broken. She nearly died. And still, her brother ended up in prison.
In despair, her father was driven to jump from a building and now hovered on the edge of death, in desperate need of an operation she couldn’t afford.
Meanwhile, her mother lay in a hospital bed, trapped in a coma, unable to eat, move, or survive without full-time care.
Daisie knelt before Willard, her last shred of pride crushed.
He looked down at her coldly. In front of all his friends, he slapped a document across her face.
“Kendra’s kidney is failing,” he said. “Sign this, and I’ll pay for your dad’s surgery. I’ll even hire someone to look after your mom.”
It was an organ donation consent form—one of her kidneys would go to Kendra.
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Daisie stared at the paper. The edge of it nearly sliced her trembling fingertip.
Willard towered over her, looking like a judge awaiting a confession. His friends gathered around, smirking, amused by the show.
When she didn’t respond, his brows knitted impatiently.
“Well? Are you signing or not?”
She stayed on her knees. They’d gone numb long ago.
In her mind, she saw her father lying in the ICU, the doctor’s words about the cost of surgery echoing over and over.
She opened her mouth, wanting to tell Willard that she was pregnant—that maybe, for the child’s sake, he’d show a trace of mercy.
But just then, his phone rang.