Chapter 1
On the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I used all my savings on a poor college guy I kept as my boy toy.
At first, I considered him nothing more than a plaything. But when I saw him starting to get attached, I dumped him after the doctor handed me my death sentence.
I didn’t look back, not even when he knelt in the snow for three days and nights.
But we’d meet again a week later at Los Angeles‘ hottest club.
I smiled seductively and endured the customers‘ groping, hoping to earn enough money to cover my burial.
He had shed his disguise as a penniless college student. Now heat the head of the table as Samson Lynton, the Lynton Family’s heir, with a cruel smirk etched across his face.
“Stacy, are you that desperate for money?
“I’ll give you a choice. Either you kneel and serve every man in this room, and I’ll even buy every drink on the menu.
“Or you can wait for me to bag your body!”
My eyes lit up, and I quickly agreed.
“Alright. Then, you can head over to the morgue at Cedars–Sinai Medical Center a week from now.
“Oh, and I prefer cremation.‘
After all, I was the one who played with Samson’s feelings.
If he saw me burned to ash with his own eyes, it’d probably make him feel better, right?
Samson froze at my words. It seemed like he didn’t expect such a response from me, as his fingers tightened slightly around his wine glass.
“What do you mean?
“You were just clinging to that rich heir, and now you wanna die?”
His eyes burned with hatred.
For a moment, words caught in my throat. Then, I smiled softly.
It was better for him to hate me. That way he wouldn’t be sad when I was gone.
I decided to cherish this unexpected reunion, studying him closely. I’d seen the watch on his wrist on TV before. It was worth seven figures.
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Great! Now, I wouldn’t have to worry about him not having enough money to finish his studies after I died.
Suddenly, George Barker, who had ordered me around, slammed down the glass in annoyance.
“Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a filthy nobody! How dare you act so rudely in front of Mr. Lynton!
“Hurry up and massage my feet! I paid for you to serve us!”
I waited with bated breath for Samson’s answer, but none came. A wave of bitterness crept over me.
Knowing I would die soon, I didn’t want to hold him back, so I lied and said that I had a thing for a rich heir. I humili- ated him brutally, saying that a poor student like him wasn’t even worthy to shine my shoes.
His eyes were swollen from crying. He kept shaking his head as he knelt and clutched the hem of my skirt.
“Stace, I know this isn’t you!
“Is there something troubling you? I can help! I’d do anything to help you!”
His words only strengthened my resolve to break up with him.
Suppressing my own heartache, I stomped on his hand with my heels and forced out a disdainful smirk.
“You’re nothing but a dirty, penniless kid!”
Then I turned and left without hesitation.
He knelt outside my house for three days and nights. Even when he fainted from exhaustion, I didn’t glance back. He must have a hated me with a passion.
I was a materialistic, heartless gold digger. He’d probably even think seeing me was bad luck, which was why he’d rather have nothing to do with it.
I suppressed the bitterness within me and put on a professional, fake smile. Squatting beside George, I rested his foot on my lap.
“Sorry, Mr. Barker. This time I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
It didn’t seem like Samson was going to help me. So I had no choice but to earn the money myself.
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the private room.
I looked up and saw a crushed wineglass in Samson’s hand, blood streaming down his palm.
His expression was stormy as he grabbed a wine bottle and stalked toward me.
A wave of fear surged through me.
Was he going to hit me as revenge for dumping him?
But I wanted to live a few more days. I was planning to photoshop a wedding photo of the two of us and frame it.
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I wanted to gaze at it during my final week, reminding myself to find him in the next life…
A sudden scream jolted me out of my thoughts. Samson had smashed the bottle on George’s head.
The strong metallic stench of blood filled the air. I doubled over and retched violently.
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It felt like my stomach was being sliced open. Blood, mixed with the undigested sandwich that I had, came up. A foul stench filled the private room.
A chorus of coughs and angry shouts erupted from the crowd.
But Samson, who was closest to me, seemed oblivious to the smell. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand.
His eyes were red, and his voice. trembled slightly as he roared.
“Stacy, what’s wrong with you?!”
