The Contract Bride: From Blood Bag to Queen

Synopsis

The blood pump let out a harsh, grating whine as eight hundred milliliters of blood were drawn from my body, my warmth draining away with every drop. Outside the operating room, the man I had loved for seven years, my husband, Samuel Hart, was on his knees beside Lily Lane's bed, devotion written all over him. "If it saves Lily, take all of Nina's blood. She owes her that much." In my last life, I died on that operating table from blood loss. Even after my body went cold, he never once came back to look at me. But this time, I tore the needle from the back of my hand, blood spilling in its wake, and without hesitation flung the scalding water from the table straight at their faces. "You want me dead? Why don't you go to hell first?"