Chapter 11

SaunCorp called another press conference to drag me through the mud.Why do rich people love turning their messes into public spectacles?Fiona stood on stage, crying her crocodile tears, playing the helpless victim.And then, bam!Clara kicked the doors wide open.Suddenly, all eyes were on her.Nobody knew where she got that megaphone, but it didn't matter."You bitch!" she screamed, her voice booming through the hall.Before security could stop her, she was on stage.She grabbed Fiona by the hair, slammed her head onto the table with a sickening crack, then yanked her back up and started slapping her—hard and fast. Left, right, repeat."Lying snake! Keep playing the victim! You won't stop until Maya's dead, huh? Fine—let's both go down!"The chaos finally ended when the bodyguards dragged Clara away.Fiona lay crumpled on the floor, like a rag doll someone had tossed aside. Spencer was already crouching over her, trying to shield her, but her face was so swollen she was

Chapter 12

The Sauns were filthy rich. They lived in this massive, isolated villa with sprawling gardens that felt more like a fortress.My family? Dirt poor. My parents died when I was three, so my grandfather raised me.By some twist of fate—or maybe just bad luck—he worked as the Saun family's gardener.Mrs. Saun hated having me around. She thought I was a nuisance and decided my grandfather needed to go.He dropped to his knees, begging her not to fire him. He promised we wouldn't cause any trouble, that we just needed a roof over our heads.I didn't get it at the time, but something about little Spencer's frail, pale face caught her attention.My grandfather got to keep his job. And somehow, Mrs. Saun even found us a place to stay.However, there were rules. Strict ones. I wasn't allowed to wander anywhere outside the servants' quarters.At night, the old butler's strange touches began.I didn't fully understand, but I knew it was wrong. His cold, damp fingers and creepy stare made

Chapter 13

Spencer started pulling away, colder with every passing day. Fiona, though, stayed just as sugary sweet as always.Then one morning, the three of us got kidnapped on the way to school.The second Fiona saw a chance, she bailed—didn't even look back at Spencer or me.When Spencer spiked a fever, I did what I had to do. I endured the kidnappers' disgusting hands all over me.In that moment, it felt like I was right back in those awful nights of my childhood, when the butler's hands went where they had no right to be.Past and present blurred together in my mind, tearing me apart from the inside.When the Sauns and Wores finally showed up with help, I was kneeling next to Spencer, breaking off pieces of stale bread and feeding him carefully. Blood had dried on my thighs—I hadn't even had time to clean it.When Spencer woke, he reached for Fiona, holding her like she was his lifeline, swearing he'd love and cherish her forever.I didn't bother defending myself. He'd never really be

Chapter 14

Spencer's Side Story:My name is Spencer.The woman I claimed to love the most had been gone for two years.But I wasn't worthy of saying love.I'd lived in lies, refused to believe her, and broke her trust. Someone like me had no right to speak of love.Every time I lit a candle for her, the flame went out before it could burn. I was sure it was her way of telling me she hadn't forgiven me.The kidney she gave me had started failing, but it didn't matter. She should've taken it back.My company? Gone. Swallowed up completely. The trade secrets I guarded so carefully were leaked to competitors.It was Clara. I'd caught her in my office once, but honestly? I didn't care. She'd always cared about Maya more than I ever did.I ended up in a tiny, run-down room—barely ten square meters—in the worst part of town. I had no money, not even enough for the medication to keep my kidney functioning.Then, one day, the ache got worse.A drunk stumbled into my room. I should've thrown him

All Chapters of No Petals Left to Give: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14