Love Blood Soaked
Chapter 1
The day before my wedding, my sister and I
were kidnapped.
My fiancé and parents scrambled to gather
the ransom money, but they only brought
back my sister, Brittany.
Brittany took my place at the altar and
married my fiancé, Chad.
Since nobody paid to rescue me, the
kidnappers ripped out my uterus and left me
for dead on the side of the highway.
Word of what happened to me spread all over
town.
Everyone sneered that I was damaged goods,
a broken toy who couldn’t have kids.
Just when I thought the world had given up
on me, my childhood best friend, Dylan,
defied his family and made a grand gesture
of marrying me.
He showered me with love and treated me
like I was made of gold.
But three years into our marriage, I
accidentally found a video on our computer of
him performing a uterus transplant.
In the video, Dylan held my sister’s hand, his
eyes full of tenderness.
“Brit, don’t worry. Reagan, being your
く
identical twin, is a perfect match. With me
doing the surgery, you’ll be able to carry your
own child.”
The scene shifted to Dylan, scalpel in hand,
approaching me with a blindfold on.
No anesthesia, just the cold steel cutting
through my flesh as he ripped my uterus out
of my body while I screamed.
- 1.
Watching the footage, the raw, agonizing pain
flooded back, almost knocking me
unconscious.
The truth hit me like a Mike Tyson punch to
the gut.
Г
Dylan had orchestrated the whole kidnapping
scheme for Brittany!
Why put on this act of undying love to marry
me, to make me believe my savior was the
monster who did this?
My heart shattered.
I went to grab a tissue to cry, and a message
from one of Dylan’s doctor buddies popped
up on his open laptop:
“Dude, Dylan, you’ve taken way too much
blood from Reagan this month!”
“You already carved her up, and now you’re
draining her dry? She’s going to get weaker
and weaker!”
Г
“I don’t get you, man. You married her to
make up for what happened? Why are you
hurting her even more?”
Dylan’s reply flashed on the screen.
“I only married Reagan to keep her around as
a human blood bag for Brittany’s rejection
issues.”
“Besides, I couldn’t get the girl I really
wanted, but at least she looks exactly like
Brittany, so in some messed–up way, I got my
wish, right?”
Dylan chuckled.
“Brittany’s about to pop any day now. She
needs the blood, so I’ll send a few more units
over tomorrow.”
Г
“Dylan, you’re out of your mind! You’re going
to bleed her dry! Do you even care about your
wife’s life?”
The messages kept pouring in, desperate
pleas, but Dylan didn’t respond.
My tears were all dried up. Was this the real
reason he married me?
Not only did he rob me of motherhood, but he
also wanted to drain me dry to serve
Brittany’s every need.
Dylan sure loved my sweet sister.
I heard the front door open.
I ran to the bathroom, splashed water on my
face, and walked out pretending nothing
happened.
Dylan saw my red–rimmed eyes instantly.
He rushed over, scooped me up, and settled
me on the couch.
His hand automatically went to my lower
stomach, gently rubbing.
“Honey, were you crying? Is your scar acting
up again?”
“Tell me when it hurts. Don’t suffer in silence.
It kills me to see you in pain.”
Oh, you care, do you?
You’re the one who caused all of thick
L
You’re the one who caused all of this!
I couldn’t stand his two–faced act anymore.
