a well-timed, dramatic performance of a medical crisis,

of the Miller family' s private hospital wing, my

l. He swept me off my feet, made me feel like the only woman in the world. I,

research. The camera focused on a beautiful, sad-looking young woman in a wheelchair. The caption identified her as Chloe Dav

am about her, h

ur families are very close. It' s a sad si

his eyes sincere. "You are th

usly large diamond on my finger. I was so blinded by the r

my O-negative blood for Sarah' s son, Leo. Each time, I gave it willingl

ivia, was suspicio

er face creased with worry. "They' re treating you like a wa

now him, Olivia! He loves me. His fa

' re rich enough to buy a blood bank. Why

s in love, and love, I th

he Millers threw a lavish affair at their country club. I was wearing a

walked in on the arm of her mother, looking stunning in a b

on her face. "Ava, I am so happy for you and L

agne flute, "accidentally" sloshing red

she gasped, dabbing at the stain w

es locked on him. "Who always knows how to take care of the people who matte

ed with a tray of canapés. Chlo

ine," she said, and

ed to gasp, clutching at her throat. "My..

amed. Liam, without a second g

of fury. "What did you do?" he snarled, as

hing!" I cried, sh

ping Chloe into his arms and ran ou

re party staring at me. The whispers started immediately. I had become a joke, the cl

. But I was still tangled in the web, still h