Chapter 1

My boyfriend Ryan Bennett's sister, Sophia Bennett, was diagnosed with leukemia, and I turned out to be a perfect match for her bone marrow transplant.

Ryan's parents promised me 150,000 dollars if I went through with the donation.

Honestly, I would have helped even if she were a stranger. Since it was Sophia, I said yes right away.

Not long after the donation, my adoptive father was diagnosed with kidney failure. A transplant would cost 150,000 dollars.

When I asked Ryan if I could borrow the money, his family went back on their promise. They even posted lies online, accusing me of having an improper relationship with my dad.

Dad spent his whole life working hard, collecting scrap to raise me. The cruel comments online broke him. His health got worse fast, and he passed away before I could raise enough money for his surgery.

I was so mentally shattered that I didn't even notice the car coming when I stepped into the street. The car hit me, and that was the end.

Then I opened my eyes. I found myself back on the day I went to the hospital for the bone marrow test.

I ended the call with Ryan and walked straight into the VIP ward. There, I saw a pale, fragile little girl lying in bed, and her parents stood beside her. They looked like they had money to burn.

"I want 300,000 dollars, and I'll donate my bone marrow to her," I said.

*****

"Tiffany, did you pick up the food yet?" Ryan's voice came through the phone, sounding impatient.

"We're all starving here, waiting for you. Hurry up," he added.

Hearing him rush me like that and glancing at the takeout bags in my hands, I realized that I was really back.

This was the exact day I came to the hospital to get tested as a bone marrow match for Sophia.

Right after my blood was drawn, Ryan claimed he had to stay and look after Sophia and sent me out to buy lunch for his family, and I had to pay for it myself.

When I brought the food back, they started nitpicking. The roast chicken was bland, the mac and cheese was watery, and who messes up mashed potatoes this badly?

This time, I'd had enough. I hung up on Ryan, handed the food off to a cleaner passing by, and headed straight for the VIP ward upstairs.

A wave of relief washed over me.

Dad was still alive. He hadn't taken a turn for the worse because of all the online hate. I still had a chance to save him.

In my previous life, on the day Dad died, I accidentally overheard two doctors chatting. That's how I found out I was also a match for another patient, a girl from an incredibly wealthy family.

If I donated to them, 150,000 dollars wouldn't even be a question. Hell, they could easily afford 300,000 dollars.

I started running even faster.

VIP ward, room 1903. There it was!

I shoved the door open, startling everyone inside.

My eyes landed on the little girl lying in the hospital bed. She looked about six, frail and ghostly pale, with her hospital gown looking way too big for her tiny frame.

I glanced at her parents. I didn't recognize the brands they were wearing, but everything about their clothes looked expensive—the cut, the fabric, all of it.

Her mom wore an emerald bracelet on her wrist. I couldn't tell if it was real or not, but the green was so striking that it caught my eye right away.

Her dad wore a watch studded with diamonds. I had no clue how much something like that cost, but no way that thing came cheap.

There were two of the latest foldable phones sitting on the nightstand—the ones plastered all over the ads lately. Looked like one for each of them.

Wow, this family was seriously loaded.

I didn't beat around the bush. "I want 300,000 dollars, and I'll donate my bone marrow to her," I said.