My Life for Her Luxury

Synopsis

The night my parents transferred the one million meant for my heart surgery to my so-called sister so she could buy an Hermès bag, my boyfriend broke up with me. "I can't do this anymore, Lily." Victor Reed let out a weary sigh. I stared out the window. "Is this about money?" He sank to the floor, burying his face in his hands as he broke down. "That money was your last chance to survive, and your parents spent it on a handbag for your sister. In their eyes, your life isn't even worth that much. I can't spend the rest of my life buried in debt, only to watch you slip away anyway. I'm sorry... I can't." He turned and disappeared down the hallway. A moment later, my phone buzzed. It was my mother. She sent a photo of Sophie showing off her brand-new bag, followed by a voice message filled with pride. "This is what class looks like. With something like this, Sophie's future is practically secured. She'll marry well." I pulled out the IV needle from my arm and replied calmly, "It's beautiful. I hope everything works out just the way you want." Then I blocked every last one of them. If none of you care whether I live or die, I see no reason to spare your dignity. But when I become the true mistress of that wealthy family one day, don't come begging and claiming I was ever your beloved daughter. I pulled out a number I hadn't contacted in years and sent a single message. "Charles, would you still marry me?"