I have had a crush on Yannick for ten years but was too scared to confess. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. So, I tied him up and took what I wanted—again and again. His eyes burned red as he struggled. "Yulia! If you’ve got the guts, untie me!" I thought that the second I let him go, he would strangle me in fury. But instead, he flipped the script—dominating me with a raw, almost punishing intensity, not stopping for a second. "Yulia, do I look like some weakling to you? So weak that you had to drug me?"
view moreI figured I would just finish the drip and head out, but before I could, the doctor walked in. Just like that, he hit me with the classic three-question horror sequence."You’re here alone? Where’s your family? How many times has this happened?"My stomach dropped. "Doctor, don’t do this to me. Just tell me how long I have left."I waited for him to crack a smile, maybe even roll his eyes and say I was overthinking. However, his face was all serious, his tone edged with helplessness. "You should call your family."Family?Yeah, I didn't exactly have any family.My parents divorced when I was in middle school. Both were loaded, but neither was interested in keeping me. I always told myself I had the kind of freedom other kids would kill for.I had a crush on Yannick for years but never dared to say a word. I told myself unspoken love was the best kind—because it let me dream endlessly.But now?There was no more pretending this was some cosmic gift. I had not even started livin
Her next words hit me like a wrecking ball. "Since you’re dying anyway, why not do something good for your brother? Your kidneys still work now. Once you're dead, wouldn’t they go to waste? Who knows where the doctors will send your organs to? Why let some stranger benefit from them?"I hurled my phone across the ward, shattering it. Then, I laughed and cried. I completely broke apart.I had always thought I would go peacefully, slipping away in my sleep. But no—my dear mother just had to get in one last fatal blow before I left.My body gave up on me, and I could barely stay awake. I was stuck in bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Everything hurt—every inch of me, from my hair to my toes.I started dreaming. Or at least, I think I did.I could hear Yannick's voice."Yulia, you have some nerve. You take what you want and leave me behind? Haven’t you slept enough? Open your damn eyes and look at me! Try a little harder, Yulia. I’ll take you overseas. There’s gotta be a way
James never brought up taking photos of me again.I never expected Yannick to show up, though. And, of course, he had his usual scowl."Yulia! Look at you. You're all capable now, huh?"Right on cue, James stepped in front of me. "Can’t you talk to a girl without sounding like a jerk?"Yannick stared him down for a long moment before suddenly smirking. "Wow, Yulia, you’ve upgraded. Is this guy your new type?"James did not hesitate and swung his fist. Yannick squared up as well, ready to fight back. And I—of course—stepped in between them.This was not James’ problem. I was not about to let someone take a punch because of me.Yannick pulled his fist back, but his eyes burned red. I looked away as I could not meet his gaze. "Just go. Don’t mess up my life anymore," I said.I slipped my arm through James’ and forced a smile. "I like artists better."With that, Yannick really left.And James… Well, he seemed to get it."You really shouldn’t have done that. If he ever finds out
"I know you act all tough, but deep down, you're fragile. But I want to be good to you. I want to take care of you. So, I have to keep making up excuses—ones you can't say no to."I squinted at him. "What are you rambling about now? When your mom joked about marrying me, you got so mad that you stormed off and didn't come home for days. Did you think I’d forget that?"Yannick hesitated, his lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. "I wasn’t mad about that. I was mad because I was afraid you’d never come back to my house again. And honestly? That’s not how I wanted you to hear it."His gaze flickered, full of hesitation. It made him look like a lost puppy."And besides, I heard from Quella that you’ve had a crush on someone for ages. I was jealous. Furious, even. I thought you were blind to not see what was right in front of you. But it never even crossed my mind that she was talking about me."When you dragged me to your place, I thought you were just heartbroken and using me as a
Mom saw me smash the cup and immediately pulled her son into her arms, shielding him like a mother hen."I'm only asking for a kidney! How can you be so heartless? Don't forget, I'm your mother! I gave birth to you! Helping your brother is the least you could do! If I had known you'd be this cold, I never would have had you!"The boy in her arms wriggled free, his glare burning into me. "Mom! I don’t want anything from this piece of trash! You said I was your only child!"I let out a dry laugh, clapping my hands slowly. "Wow. Bravo. Great performance."Mom froze. At that moment, Yannick stood up.She scowled. "Yulia! How can you mess around when this involves a kid? You're giving your kidney whether you like it or not!"Yannick stepped in front of me. "I’d like to see anyone try."I took a deep breath and patted his back. "Let me deal with this."I stepped forward and, for the first time in over a decade, I looked my mother straight in the eye. "You want my kidney? Then come
Mom and Dad quickly built new families of their own. Before I turned 18, they would deposit my living expenses into my account every month. They were never late and always sent quite a generous amount. But two months after my 18th birthday, the money stopped coming.It had been more than ten years now, and I had not received a single call from either of them.I did not even know where they lived. I did not know if they were still in this city.Yet here Mom was right now, calling me affectionately, "Yulia, do you have time to grab a meal together?"I thought maybe this was God showing me mercy, making sure I would not leave this world too lonely. I went to the restaurant she mentioned. In the private dining room, she was seated at the table, and beside her sat a young boy. He looked about ten years old.When she saw me enter, she waved enthusiastically. "Yulia, come over and let me have a look at you. This is your younger brother, Zachary Quinn.""Zachary, greet your sister."I l
I watched as the last drop of IV fluid disappeared, the monitor's soft beep marking the end of the infusion. The doctor packed up his kit and glanced at Yannick. "Mr. Jordan, I’ll come again tomorrow."I pulled my hand away from Yannick’s grasp, my fingers brushing against the small bandage on the back of my hand."I’m fine now. You should go."He arched an eyebrow. "Go where? What, now that you’re done with me, you’re just tossing me back into the guest room?"I forced a small, tired smile. "No, I mean… you’re free. You can go wherever you want."Without another word, he turned and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him, the impact shaking the walls.Yeah. He was pissed.I had planned to hold out until the seventh day, but what was the point? I had already gotten everything I wanted.In the end, it was all about the experience.I had been selfish. If hell existed, I'd probably be first in line.…On the ninth day of my illness, I still had a mild fever, but that did n
When it came to money, my so-called parents had never held back on me. But to them, I was nothing more than a painful reminder of their failed marriage—something neither of them wanted to look at.The Jordans, though? They were a ray of sunlight cutting through the storm. They treated me like family. I knew they were good people, and I also knew they pitied me.And now? Now, I had their son wrapped around my finger.Did I feel guilty?Not even a little.If he did not want this, there was no way I could have made it happen. But this was just me lying to myself.Yannick locked himself in the guest room the whole day and did not come out until nighttime. I sat at the dinner table, staring at the untouched food. I was not hungry.I knocked on his door. "Dinner is ready."To my surprise, he opened the door and walked out like nothing had happened. He sat down in silence, and his whole vibe screamed, "Don’t even think about talking to me."I did not care, though. I pulled out a hand
"What do you like?" Before I could react, he bit my neck. And just like that, the tables turned. I was starting to believe what Quella always said. For men, love and desire were two completely different things.Afterward, when the heat faded, Yannick leaned against the bed, studying me like I was some kind of alien species. "Yulia, I’m seriously starting to think you’ve been possessed."It made sense that he was suspicious. After all, I was not acting like the person he used to know.I gave him a solemn nod. "Yeah, I've been possessed by a horny ghost."He narrowed his eyes. "And this ghost couldn’t find anyone else?"I tilted my head. "Guess you were just the easiest prey."I grabbed my phone to order food, but he caught my wrist."What? You seduced me and took everything you wanted, so now, you want to toss me aside?" I ignored him.Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang.When I returned, Yannick’s gaze was locked on the yellow paper bag in my hands, and his pupils shran
I have had a massive crush on Yannick Jordan for ten years, from my awkward teenage years until my adulthood.He lived in the villa next door. I watched him go from a bright-eyed kid to a man dressed in a sharp suit with a deep voice and smoldering looks. I was hopelessly in love with him, but I never told him.What if I did and he rejected me? That would be game over.Then, ten days ago, I passed out at work and woke up in a hospital. The doctor gave me a pitying look and said, "It's late-stage brain cancer. It’s too late to treat."Just like that, my expiration date was stamped. I was not ready to die. I had not traveled the world yet. I hadn't even slept with Yannick yet!And then I was reminded of the kind of stories I had been binge-reading lately. You know, the ones where the possessive, obsessive love interest refused to let the protagonist go. I was going to die anyway. A little recklessness would not kill me any faster, right? So, I called Yannick and invited him over f...
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