By admin wealthiest 3
The blow left me shattered. Distraught, I wandered into traffic—a screech of tires, then darkness.
At the hospital, I met Dr. Donnie.
He tended to my broken leg himself, bringing homemade porridge every day. When I was discharged, he even walked me home—only to find me cornered in an alley by men who sneered, “Orphan girl killed her own parents, huh?” Donnie shoved between us, phone raised. “Cops are on their way.” Just like that, they scattered.
That night, he confessed: “I fell for you the moment I saw you. Let me protect you.”
I believed him. For two years.
But love doesn’t explain why he never touched me. Or why he kept disappearing. At first, I made excuses—until I realized the truth.
[The blood test report. That’s why he sought me out.] [Poor thing never saw the trap.]
“Donnie,” I whispered now, nails digging into my palms, “do you actually love me?”
He blinked, irritation flickering. “Obviously. Why else would I put up with you? Now light the damn candles.”
Rage surged. I shoved him onto the bed. “What if I don’t want to?”
His panic was instant. “No! Lights off, candles on—that’s the rule!”
I forced a smile, picking up the lighter. Leaning close, candle in hand, I murmured, “Let’s light it together, Donnie.” His face went sheet-white. He jerked back—then froze. His wrists were tied.
“Stop messing around!” he hissed. “Do it on the table, not the sheets—”
The lighter clicked uselessly. Bingo. Time for the banquet hall.
“Donnie!” I faked excitement, flashing my phone. “Staff get $1,000 tips tonight! That’s your watch money—wait here!” I bolted before he could protest.
Through the cracked door, the Fosters stood beaming onstage. “Thank you all,” Mr. Foster boomed, arm around a girl in couture—Lena, their “daughter.”
[Of course. Fake parents, fake heir.]
Lena took the mic, tearful. “Mom, Dad… thank you for never giving up on me.” Her voice dripped honey. “At 23, I’m ready to repay you. Starting with my internship at Foster Group—”
My pulse spiked.
[They’re cementing her position today.] [Let that viper in, and the company’s doomed.] [Kickbacks, bribes—she’ll ruin everything—]
I lunged for the door—
A hand wrenched me back. “Rachel, don’t!” Donnie’s breath was hot in my ear. “No tips—it’s a trap! You’ll regret it!”
Old me would’ve obeyed. Not anymore.