After her family went bankrupt, Daisie Rosemont sold herself to the wealthy Granthams to pay off her family’s debts. In turn, she became the wife of Willard, the heir.
But he despised her.
The reason was the woman he truly loved—Kendra Spender—had left for overseas on the day of his wedding. And on his way to the airport to chase after her, he was ambushed by a rival family and left with a broken leg.
He blamed it all on Daisie.
In turn, he threw her into his family’s training base for aggressive dogs, forcing her to tame one by hand.
She was bitten from head to toe, her body covered in scars. The reward—a single visit to her dying mother in the hospital.
When her younger brother was framed and forced into enormous gambling debts, the collectors threatened to cut off his hand. Willard then ordered her into an underground boxing ring.
“Last a round,” he said, “and I’ll erase ten thousand of his debts.”
She lasted a round, but two of her ribs were broken. She nearly died. And still, her brother ended up in prison.
In despair, her father was driven to jump from a building and now hovered on the edge of death, in desperate need of an operation she couldn’t afford.
Meanwhile, her mother lay in a hospital bed, trapped in a coma, unable to eat, move, or survive without full-time care.
Daisie knelt before Willard, her last shred of pride crushed.
He looked down at her coldly. In front of all his friends, he slapped a document across her face.
“Kendra’s kidney is failing,” he said. “Sign this, and I’ll pay for your dad’s surgery. I’ll even hire someone to look after your mom.”
It was an organ donation consent form—one of her kidneys would go to Kendra.
…
Daisie stared at the paper. The edge of it nearly sliced her trembling fingertip.
Willard towered over her, looking like a judge awaiting a confession. His friends gathered around, smirking, amused by the show.
When she didn’t respond, his brows knitted impatiently.
“Well? Are you signing or not?”
She stayed on her knees. They’d gone numb long ago.
In her mind, she saw her father lying in the ICU, the doctor’s words about the cost of surgery echoing over and over.
She opened her mouth, wanting to tell Willard that she was pregnant—that maybe, for the child’s sake, he’d show a trace of mercy.
But just then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and his expression changed instantly.
There was a warmth in his eyes she had never seen before.
He picked up the call in a gentle tone. “Kendra? You’re back? At the airport? Don’t move. I’ll come pick you up right now.”
Just like that, he hung up and didn’t spare Daisie a single look.
As he turned to leave, his voice turned sarcastic. “Take all the time you want. Let’s see if your dad can last that long.”
Daisie’s chest tightened.
On one side were her parents, the people who had given her life.
On the other was, the baby was growing quietly inside her.
Her heart felt like it was being torn in two.
When she saw Willard’s hand reach for the door, she shouted hoarsely.
“Wait! I’ll sign!”
Her voice didn’t even sound like her own.
He stopped, half-turning. A cruel smirk tugged at his lips.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Someone behind him handed her a pen.
Her fingers trembled violently as she took it.
Her eyes scanned the dense lines of text until they landed on those six words.
[Voluntary donation of the right kidney].
Her lower abdomen twitched faintly. There, a tiny life was quietly forming.
This baby shouldn’t have come into this world.
And if it did, it would only suffer… just like her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, they were void of light.
Then, she signed her name.
Willard snatched the papers, checked the signature, and said flatly, “Schedule the surgery.”
Without another word, he strode out to find Kendra.
Daisie sat frozen on the floor until someone came to drag her up.
Rough hands yanked her to her feet like a rag doll and shoved her into a car bound for the hospital.
There, doctors and nurses moved in and out, running tests, drawing blood, checking vitals, reciting pre-op instructions without emotion.
No one asked if she was willing to donate her kidney.
No one asked if she was afraid.
While lying on the bed, she waited for a moment when the nurse wasn’t watching and reached for her phone.
Her hands shook as she dialed a number.
The line rang a long time before a detached voice finally answered.
“Daisie? What is it?” It was Odessa.
“Mom…” Daisie’s voice broke. “Please… help me. Please save me…”
There was silence on the other end.
Then, in confusion and desperation, Daisie haltingly and incoherently told her mother-in-law everything Willard had done to her.
She didn’t mention the baby. That was her last secret.
When she finished, Odessa still didn’t speak, but her breathing grew heavy.
“Damn it!” Odessa muttered under her breath—whether cursing her son or the situation, Daisie couldn’t tell. “You’re telling the truth? He really did this to you?”
“I wouldn’t dare lie to you, Mom. He hates me… because of Kendra…” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please, help me leave him. If I stay any longer, I’ll die. My father will die too…”
Once again, there was a long silence on the other end.
When Odessa finally spoke again, her voice was low and calculated.
“I understand. Don’t worry, dear. For now… go through with the surgery.”
She paused, as if weighing her decision.
“Once the surgery is over, and you’ve rested five days, I’ll send you away—out of the country. You’ll cut all ties with Willard.”
Daisie’s heart jolted, and she didn’t hesitate to agree. “Alright, but please, send me to Switzerland. I have a close friend there.”
When the call ended, she collapsed against the headboard, her palms slick with cold sweat.
That friend she mentioned was actually her childhood sweetheart.
After high school, he’d planned to attend the same university as her, but he unexpectedly left for Switzerland to take over his family business. They hadn’t spoken much since.
But she knew—if he learned that she was in trouble, he would definitely help her.
The belief filled her with a flicker of hope.
Soon, after five days, she would finally escape Willard.
And when that day came, she swore—Willard and Kendra would pay dearly for everything they had done to her!
