The CEO’s Blood Deal:A Secret Baby ExposedChapter 1

My four-year-old daughter needed a heart transplant. We were fifty thousand dollars short.

Then Denys Simmons called. "Get over here and give Maureen her blood. Your daughter needs money to survive, doesn't she? I'll give you a hundred thousand."

For that money, I let them drain me until I collapsed.

When I woke, I rushed straight to my daughter's operating room—only to find the payment had never arrived.

I went to confront Denys Simmons. His response was casual, dismissive: "The daughter of a call girl deserves nothing better."

I slapped him across the face. "It seems Mr. Simmons has forgotten that night five years ago at the club."

He seized me like a man possessed. I looked him dead in the eye. "You don't deserve to know."

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"Denise Mason's surgery is still fifty thousand short. If we can't get the funds together, we'll have to cancel tomorrow's operation." The nurse's words played on loop in my head.

Canceling was not an option. I was racking my brain for ways to scrape the money together when Denys Simmons's call came through.

I took a deep breath and answered. Before I could speak, his voice cut through—cold as a blade. "Alberta Mason. Central City Hospital. Hematology. Now. Maureen needs blood." A pause. "Your daughter needs fifty thousand to live, doesn't she? I'll give you a hundred."

Maureen Mason, Denys Simmons's fiancée, was my sister in name only—a fragile "porcelain doll" who required my blood at regular intervals to survive.

Before, the Mason family had paid me two thousand per transfusion. Now he was offering a hundred thousand. They must be desperate.

I couldn't afford to question it. Denise's surgery couldn't wait.

I grabbed the few hundred dollars I had left—just enough for a cab—and rushed to the hospital. My stomach churned, empty and acidic. The nurse frowned at my test results. "Your hemoglobin is already low. Drawing 400cc on an empty stomach—you'll pass out."

I forced a smile. "It's fine. My daughter's life depends on this."

I extended my arm. The nurse hesitated, then reluctantly inserted the needle. The cold crept up from the puncture site, spreading through my veins.

I watched the blood bag slowly fill with red, my mind fixed on one image: Denise in her hospital gown, looking up at me with those brave eyes. Mommy, I'm not scared.