All Chapters of My Last Wish: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

Yannick was a grown man. If he did not cooperate, how long could I keep him here?"Yulia, let me go. I promise I won’t leave."I froze for two seconds, then stubbornly shook my head. "I don’t believe you.""Yulia, I have something important to do. You can follow me, but you need to let me out." Yannick thought that by offering this compromise, I would agree immediately. But I refused without hesitation. I told him firmly, "Until the police show up at my door, you’re staying here."With that, he realized there was no way out. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe several times. Then, unexpectedly, he gave in. "If you keep me tied up for seven days, my arms and legs will be crippled. Is that what you want?""No. But I have no other choice. I can’t fight you, and I can’t stop you. This is the only way.""Yulia, I swear on my grandmother’s name that I won’t leave for seven days."Mrs. Jordan Senior…I knew how much she meant to him. I also knew that she had genuinely cared fo

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

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 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