My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul

My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul

Bedridden in a filthy room, Skylar Sullivan glowered at the two people on the couch. She had lost her limbs due to a car accident, and she was paralyzed on a narrow bed.

The two on the couch paid no heed to her at all–or was it more accurate to say that they didn’t even regard her as a human being?

Christopher Fowler said, ‘I’ve never liked her. She’s the one who has been clinging to me. Maisy, I’ve liked you ever since I was in college! You’re the love of my life.”

Maisy Williams giggled. ‘Will she feel bad if we do this? Should we get someone to help her?”

“As if anyone would be aroused given the state she’s in!”

Skylar felt like cursing them for their brazenness, yet she could barely utter a word due to prolonged

starvation.

No one had tended to her since she had become crippled. Bedsores had eventually scarred her body, and her skin had begun to rot, emitting a foul odor.

Christopher had been her boyfriend for seven years, and she had known him since she was young. Maisy had grown up with her parents in her stead, imposing on her position as the scion of the Williams family.

Skylar’s gaze lingered upon the countless needle marks on her arm, She remembered how her blood had been incessantly drawn to be transfused into Maisy. Yet, this was how they repaid her.

“Skylar, you shouldn’t even be alive! Your sole existence reminds me of my background. So what if you’re Mom and Dad’s biological daughter? They still didn’t treat you like one. Instead, they used you as my personal blood bank.”

Maisy pecked Christopher’s lips, her condescending gaze looming over Skylar. “Even your man belongs to

me now.”

*Her existence means nothing. She should be honored that she’d been able to serve as your blood bank. Otherwise, how could we have possibly let her live until now?” Gazing at Maisy with deeply infatuated eyes, Christopher tightened his embrace around her.

“That’s true. But now that I’m cured, I don’t need her anymore. Why isn’t she dead yet, even though we’ve

starved her for days?”

“Let’s force some meds down her throat later. It’ll only be a matter of time before she dies!”

Tears filled Skylar’s emaciated face. Overwhelmed by hatred, she glared at them as an intense burning sensation began coursing through her body.

She felt like she was being burned alive by the overdose. Blood gushed from her face, and life seeped out of her, drowning her in regret as she passed.

“Skye, just endure this for a bit more. We only need another 14 ounces anyway. Won’t you feel guilty if anything happens to Maisy?”

“Yeah, we’ve brought you back after all. You’ve already taken everything from Maisy, and she’s been dutiful to us in your stead all these years. We’re only asking you to give her some more blood. Don’t be so

petty!”

A middle–aged couple, Jeffrey Williams and Sadie Coleman, barked at Skylar, the loathing in their tone

evident.

They scowled at Skylar, whose head hung low in silence. The disdain in their expressions mirrored each

other.

Maisy, however, was cradled in their arms. The way they were so protective of her in front of Skylar made

the latter seem like their enemy in comparison.

“Dad, Mom, I’m fine. Don’t pester Skylar anymore. She’s mad at me because I haven’t done well enough,” Maisy pleaded, her face losing color.

Jeffrey and Sadie were distressed. Once again, they hollered at Skylar, “You’re as fit as a fiddle! Why can’t

you have some pity on Maisy?”

“You don’t need her consent. We’re her parents, and we’ll decide for her. Just carry on with the procedure,

they ordered the nurse.

All of a sudden, Skylar sprang up. She sneered at her biological parents, finally realizing that she had been

reborn.

She had spent the rest of her life desperately trying to please them after they had brought her back home.

Since she had the same extremely rare blood type as Maisy–Rh–negative–Jeffrey and Sadie had taken Maisy home with them by mistake.

They had often told Skylar to donate blood to Maisy. Never once had she turned down their requests; after all, she had wanted to please them.

Whenever she had done so, she had been bombarded with reprimands. Still, she had thought that she hadn’t done her best to impress them. Despite her health rapidly declining after each transfusion, she had complied with their request.

The way Maisy had constantly feigned obedience and innocence in front of them had made Skylar look bad.

Skylar had endured a jarringly long period of torture before she died. In fact, she had bled to death!

“What are you looking at? Stop being so jumpy! You’ll scare Maisy. I really can’t expect any basic courtesy from a country bumpkin like you,” Sadie chastised.

Jeffrey furrowed his brows. “Skye, you’re not behaving yourself today. I’m very disappointed! Tell me if you need anything, but don’t make a scene at the hospital.”

“Skylar, I’ll give you my birthday present, okay? It’s a Ferrari I received from Dad yesterday. I really need your blood. I promise I’ll give you everything nice I have in the future. Don’t be mad at me,” Maisy pleaded, holding Skylar’s hand.

“What on earth are you saying? That’s your present! Why would you give her a car when she doesn’t even know how to drive?

“Skye, you’re absurd! Why are you always coveting Maisy’s stuff? You’ve already taken us away from her, and now you’re snatching her things away from her as well? Sadie was outraged. She raised a hand to strike Skylar.

A triumphant glint flickered in Maisy’s eyes. So what if Skylar was Jeffrey and Sadie’s biological daughter? She was still inferior to her.

kylar’s indifferent gaze slid up to

Sadie’s.

Sadie froze, feeling somehow unsettled. “What do you want?”

“Sit down! Stop making a scene!” Jeffrey bellowed..

Skylar asked grimly, “Will she die without my blood?”

“Skylar, a–are you trying to kill me?” Maisy staggered backward, seemingly taken aback by Skylar’s words. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“How can you be so cruel? Are you actually trying to kill Maisy? How did I ever give birth to a monster like you? You’re a disappointment. I regret bringing you back into our family!” Sadie shrieked, her face puce with anger.

Sadie genuinely detested Skylar. She was constantly awash in embarrassment whenever she went out with Skylar. [1]

Frankly, Skylar wasn’t an obedient and considerate child at all. What was

some of her blood?

the big deal about donating

“Skylar, Mom’s health isn’t that great. Please don’t upset her, okay? It’s all my fault.” Maisy sobbed.

Jeffrey’s expression hardened as he berated Skylar like he always,did. “Skylar, apologize to your mom and Maisy!”

In her previous life, Skylar had apologized obediently whenever Jeffrey had roared at her for an apology after they had thrown all sorts of accusations at her. Still, it hadn’t been enough to satisfy them.

They had complained that she was only pretending to be weak after every transfusion, which resulted in very little blood being extracted from her.

Glancing down at the needle marks on her arm, Skylar snapped, “You should be the ones apologizing. But even if you apologize, I won’t accept it. I will settle the scores later.” Her tone grew resolute.

As her last word fell, she strode out of the hospital. All of a sudden, a jolt of pain shot through her as she took her first step

Her eyes reddened as she stared down at her feet. It felt so good to be able to walk again. She would settle the score with them later. Right now, she had something more important to stop.