When Love Died, My Life Began

Synopsis

I was just pulled back from the brink of death. Before I could remember my own name, I became my sister's blood bank. The man who dragged me from my hospital bed to drain my blood was the one who hated me most. My husband. Julian Vance. Chapter Amelia's POV The sharp sting of antiseptic dragged me back to the land of the living. I blinked up at a blank, white ceiling. My left wrist was a clumsy bundle of bandages. I had no memory. My mind was a clean slate, wiped. Nothing remained. The door flew open. A middle-aged couple stood there, their expressions not of relief, but of profound irritation. "Creating another scene, Amelia? Have you no shame left?" The man sounded furious. The woman's was a razor. "We never should have fetched you from that backwater village. If our Chloe had an ounce of your dramatics, she'd never let herself be victimized!" From their unveiled contempt, the outline of my life began to form. My name is Amelia. The Dawson family's long-lost biological daughter. But in this house, I ranked far beneath the cherished adopted one,