The Psycho Family’s Princess
The CEO wants to take my kidney for his first love. I was drugged and sent to a private hospital, but little did he know, the surgeon was my own
brother.
I begged the CEO to leave with me quickly, but he refused.
What he didn’t know was that once he stepped into this hospital, he would never leave alive.
Because my brother is a serial killer, my mother is a professional at dismembering bodies, and my father is a sociopath.
And I am the family’s precious darling.
“I won’t sign this contract.” I looked up at Lucas Sterling, pushing back the document that would require me to sell my kidney.
“It’s okay, Lucas. Don’t force Aria. As long as you’re with me in my final days, that’s enough,” Sophia, sitting next to Lucas, spoke softly.
I stared at them, trying to control my emotions despite telling myself not to care about them anymore.
To an outsider, they might look like a couple. In reality, I was Lucas’s girlfriend of two years.
Seeing Sophia’s understanding attitude, Lucas’s gaze towards me grew even more disdainful.
“Aria, I’ve already promised you that once you donate a kidney to Sophia, you can marry into the Sterling family. You won’t have to work, and you’ll have everything you need. It’ll be a hundred times better than your current life!”
His tone made it sound like I was the one begging him to marry me. But two years ago, he had promised that I would be the future Mrs. Sterling.
I sighed and stood up to leave, but Lucas grabbed my hand. The warmth of his touch made me feel momentarily disoriented. How long had it been since he last held my hand?
Lucas’s face showed a hint of anger. “Aria, I’ve never lost my temper with you before. Don’t push me.” After a pause, as if realizing he had spoken too harshly, he added, “Be a good person, Aria.”
A good person? Does being good mean handing over my kidney without question? To a homewrecker?
Not wanting to look at the two of them any longer, I shook off his hand and walked out of the room. “Forget it, Lucas. Let’s break up.”
“Lucas, it’s okay. Maybe Miss Reed doesn’t like me and feels I’m interfering with your relationship…” I heard Sophia’s sobs and Lucas’s angry voice behind me: “Aria, don’t regret this!”
Back in my rented apartment, I lay down on the bed.
Two years ago, I had come to this city alone. My first job was at a company owned by the Sterling family. As a newcomer, I was often assigned difficult tasks, which meant frequent overtime. Lucas, as the newly appointed CEO, was also working late to familiarize himself with the business. That’s how we met.
He said there was a light in my eyes that kept him going whenever he felt tired.
Later, he confessed his feelings, and we started dating secretly.
Since that day when I suggested breaking up with Lucas, he never came to find me. I thought he had given up, so I felt relieved.
But I had underestimated his love for Sophia.
I was sleeping in my own small bed, but when I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed in a private clinic. My phone had been taken away.
Lucas placed a meal in front of me and said coldly, “Eat more and get some sleep these few days. If anything happens to your kidney, don’t blame me for being harsh!”
After Lucas left, I slowly ate the food in the box. There’s no point in fighting against your own body. Besides, eating more would give me strength to escape.
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strength to escape.
After finishing the meal, in the afternoon, I started to plan my escape route.
I saw a map of the entire hospital in the corridor. The main entrance was definitely not an option; Lucas might have instructed the reception nurses. My only choice was the back door.
As night fell, I slipped out of the ward and made my way to the back door. I couldn’t open it, but I could climb over the wall.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard faint cries for help that caught my attention.
Without much thought, my first instinct was to help. I ran towards the source of the sound without hesitation.
What I saw was a man with his hands and feet bound, all ten fingers cut off.
I stood there, momentarily stunned. This method of torture was all too familiar to me.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the man’s terrified gaze behind me.
The next moment, a gentle yet cold voice sounded behind me:
“Peeking at someone else’s murder isn’t what good girls do, you know.”
As he walked past me, the familiar face in the moonlight triggered my horrifying memories.
I felt as if someone was choking me; I couldn’t speak.
He walked up to the man and swiftly stabbed him. The man fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
At the same time, I heard someone calling my name from a distance.
“Aria! Aria!”
