He Used Me as Blood Bank Until I Left

Liam Thorne cut off my grandma Rose's special medication to force me into being a mobile blood bank for his first love.

He slammed a blood draw needle onto my face, his eyes icy: Chloe Miller, Vanessa is injured and needs a transfusion. You share her blood type. Consider it an honor. Don't forget, your grandma's life is still in my hands!

He was convinced I would beg like a dog, just as I had for the past three years, all for Grandma.

I looked at him calmly, rolled up my sleeve, and said, "Draw it."

He thought I had given in. He turned to brag to his friend: "A fake is just a cheap imitation. Give her a little something, and she'll be grateful. She can never compare to Vanessa."

He didn't know that yesterday I had found out Grandma passed away six months ago.

He had deceived me for half a year with a dead body and forged medical records!

After the last blood draw, I vanished from his world completely.

Later, at a top charity gala in New York, he cornered me against a wall, eyes red, voice trembling: "Chloe, I messed up. Please, come back, okay?"

A lean, strong hand wrapped around my waist. Julian Thorne, Liam's powerful uncle, looked down at him with a sneer: "Liam, is that how you speak to your aunt-to-be?"

"Chloe Miller, get over here."

Liam Thorne's voice cut through the hospital room door, carrying command and undisguised disgust.

On the bed, Vanessa Scott leaned into soft pillows, her face pale, but her eyes gleamed with triumph.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, and walked in.

A fresh "Voluntary Blood Donation Agreement" was tossed at my feet. The papers scattered across the cold floor, just like my dignity had been trampled for three years.

"Sign it. Vanessa just returned from abroad, she's not used to it yet, and she had a minor accident. She's severely anemic. You have RH-negative blood, like her. From now on, you'll stay on standby and serve as her private blood bank."

The words "private blood bank" came out so casually, but they cut into my heart like a dull knife.

Vanessa coughed lightly, leaning into Liam's arms, her voice soft: "Liam, don't be like that. Chloe has been with you for three years. Drawing her blood makes me feel bad. What if she can't handle it"

"What could she not handle?" Liam sneered, glancing at me as if I were worthless trash. "She's lived off me for three years, eating my food, wearing my clothes. A little blood is nothing. It's her good fortune to give blood for you."

He paused, his gaze turning dark and fixed on me: "Pick it up. Sign it."

I stood still, looking at the agreement on the floor.

"Liam, I'm a person, not a blood bag." My voice was quiet but steadier than I expected.

Liam clearly hadn't expected me to resist. For three years, I had mimicked Vanessa's style, tone, even her smile, trained by him to be the perfect substitute.

Anger flashed in his eyes. He strode over, grabbed my neck, and slammed me against the wall.

"Chloe Miller, you're getting bold. Daring to talk back to me?"

The air in my lungs was squeezed out. My face turned red, but I kept my eyes wide open, staring at him.

"Don't forget, your grandma is still in my private hospital! Every dose of her special medicationI paid for it. Without me, she would be dead long ago!"

Grandma.

Those two words hit my weak spot.

I closed my eyes, one tear sliding down my cheek, landing on Liam's hand.

He flinched as if burned, let go, and pulled out a handkerchief with disgust to wipe his hand.

"Don't act like a victim. You'll sicken Vanessa. Sign it now and go to the draw room."

I bent down and picked up the agreement.

The pen scratched across the paper, each stroke cutting into my heart.

After I signed, a nurse walked in and pushed the thick needle into my vein.

Crimson blood flowed through the tube, draining from my body. I watched that bright red and suddenly realized that three years of delusion had been a complete joke.

I became Vanessa Scott's exclusive blood bank and full-time caretaker.

She wanted not just my blood but also my dignity.

To please her, Liam Thorne allowed all her petty torments.

"Chloe Miller, this soup is too hot. Are you trying to scald me to death?"

Vanessa hurled a bowl of steaming soup onto the back of my hand.

My skin immediately turned red, blistered, and seared with pain.

I bit my lip and refused to cry out.

"What? Annoyed?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Chloe, you're nothing but a cheap imitation. Liam keeps you only because your face resembles mine a little and for your rare blood type. Now that I'm back, you are not even fit to tie my shoes."

I looked at her coldly: "Ms. Scott, if you are so noble, why do you need a 'fake's' blood? Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"

Slap!

Vanessa backhanded me across the face.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that!"

The hospital room door swung open, and Liam Thorne walked in, carrying a thermos.

Vanessa's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She clutched her wrist and threw herself into Liam's arms, whimpering.

"Liam, my hand hurts so much I just said the soup was a little hot, and Chloe got angry at me and even pushed me"

Liam Thorne's face darkened.

He strode to my side, didn't even glance at my red, scalded hand, and slapped me hard.

The force sent me sprawling to the ground, and I tasted blood.

"Chloe Miller, are you trying to die?! Who gave you the guts to lay a hand on her!"

I covered my face and looked up at the man I had loved for three years.

Three years ago, a heavy snow trapped him in a car accident. It was I who dragged him from the wreckage, walked and carried him for over ten hours, pulling him back from death.

I lay in the hospital for half a month from severe frostbite.

But when he woke up, he only remembered the faint jasmine scent he had noticed while unconscious.

And Vanessa Scott, she loved jasmine perfume.

Vanessa took credit for saving his life and became his beloved first love. I, with my family's fall and Grandma's illness, was forced to sign that humiliating agreement for her medical expenses.

I once believed that even a heart of stone could be melted.

Now I realized Liam Thorne's heart wasn't stone; it was ice laced with poison.

"Liam, if I told you I didn't push her, that she spilled the soup on herself, would you believe me?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Liam looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke: "You think I'd believe a lying wretch like you? Vanessa wouldn't even step on an ant, how could she frame you!"

He kicked over the trash can.

"Since you like throwing tantrums, clean all the restrooms on this floor today. If you don't finish, your grandma's medication for today is stopped!"

I lowered my gaze and hid all my emotions.

"Fine. I'll go."

I dragged my exhausted body, cleaning tools in hand, through the restrooms.

Cold water soaked into my wounds, piercing pain.

That night, leaning against the bathroom wall, I took out my phone and dialed Grandma's doctor.

"Dr. Evans, how is Grandma's health recently? I'd like to visit her."

There was a long silence on the other end, so long that dread grew in my heart.

"Ms. Miller" Dr. Evans's voice was filled with panic and guilt. "Mr. Thorne instructed that the elderly lady is in a sterile ward and cannot have visitors"

"Dr. Evans, you can't hide it from me anymore." I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. "Today at the nurses' station, I saw Grandma's payment list. There was a cremation fee."

On the other end, there was a clatter, as if something had dropped.

"Ms. Miller, please let me explain"

Dr. Evans's voice trembled violently, confirming my suspicions.

"Tell me the truth." My voice was ice cold. "What exactly happened to my grandma?"

Under my relentless questioning, Dr. Evans finally broke down.

"Ms. Miller, I'm so sorry! Six months ago, the elderly lady had sudden heart failure she didn't make it. Mr. Thorne said if I told you, you would leave him. He made me forge medical records to make it seem like she was still alive and sent you bills every day The elderly lady's body was cremated six months ago. Her ashes are stored in the cemetery outside the city"

Boom!

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in my mind, shattering all my reason and emotion.

Six months ago.

Grandma died six months ago.

And I, like a fool, for a loved one who was no longer in this world, had been subservient to Liam Thorne, letting him trample my dignity, even draining my blood to save his first love!

Liam, how could you be so cruel!

You didn't just kill; you destroyed my spirit!

I hung up, biting my lips hard until I tasted metal, barely suppressing the scream in my throat.

Tears hit the cold floor silently.

In that moment, the Chloe Miller who loved Liam Thorne died completely.

What lived was a demon crawling out of hell.

The next day, I appeared in Vanessa Scott's hospital room on time, as usual.

My face was paler than yesterday, but my eyes were eerily calm.

Vanessa was drinking soup. Seeing me enter, she sneered.

"Oh, the restrooms are clean? I thought you would be stuck in there forever."

I walked to her bedside, picked up the water pitcher from the table, and poured her a glass of warm water.

"Ms. Scott, please drink some water."

She glanced at it disdainfully: "I don't drink plain water. I want freshly squeezed pomegranate juice from that popular place across town. Go buy it for me."

That place was over twenty miles away. Rush hour, round trip would take at least three hours.

I nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

I turned and walked out.

I didn't go for the juice. Instead, I hailed a cab to the cemetery.

In that cold niche, I saw Grandma Rose's name.

The old woman in the picture smiled so kindly, as if she were still calling my pet name: "Chloe, remember to eat on time."

I knelt before the grave, but I didn't cry.

My tears had all dried up last night.

I reached out, gently touching the urn, my voice a soft murmur: "Grandma, I'm sorry I'm late. Don't worry, I won't let any of those who hurt us get away."

After the cemetery, I went directly to a private detective agency.

I pushed all the savings I had accumulated over the past three years across the table.

"I want everything on Liam Thorne and Vanessa Scott. Especially Vanessa's three years overseasevery detail."

When I came out of the agency, it was dark.

I returned to the hospital.

Liam Thorne was sitting on the sofa outside the room, his face dark.

Seeing me, he stood up abruptly, rushed over, and grabbed my collar.

"Chloe Miller, where have you been?! Vanessa asked you to buy juice, and you disappeared all day! She fainted from anemia this afternoon and urgently needed a transfusion!"

I looked at his furious face and suddenly laughed.

A laugh full of sarcasm and desolation.

"Liam, I went for the juice, but there was traffic, and I accidentally spilled it, so I had to go back and buy another one."

I casually spun a lie.

"You dare to laugh!" Liam's hand shot up, ready to strike me again.

I didn't dodge, just looked at him coldly: "Hit me. If you kill me today, Vanessa loses her mobile blood bank. Can you afford that?"

Liam's hand froze in midair.

He looked at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He seemed to realize I had changed.

I was no longer the timid substitute, but a rose covered in thorns.

He lowered his hand and snorted: "Consider yourself lucky. Get in there and give blood!"

I followed the nurse into the draw room.

Crimson blood flowed out again.

I watched the bright red and silently counted down in my mind.

Liam, take it.

Every drop of this blood, I will make you pay for in the future.

After giving blood, I leaned weakly against the corridor wall, my vision flickering with black spots.

Just then, a tall, imposing figure stopped in front of me.

"Is this how Liam Thorne treats a woman?"

A deep, magnetic voice, tinged with amusement and authority, came from above.

I looked up.

What met my eyes was a chiseled, handsome face.

He wore a tailored high-end suit. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses were deep, unfathomable eyes.

Julian Thorne.

New York's undisputed prince, the current head of the Thorne Group, and Liam's uncle.

Though only five years older than Liam, his methods were ruthless and decisive, a force no one in New York dared to provoke.

I straightened up and bowed slightly: "Mr. Thorne."

Julian's gaze fell on my pale face, then swept over the dense needle marks on my arm.

"Your name is Chloe Miller?"

"Yes."

He chuckled softly, pulling a fine silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and offering it to me.

"Wipe away that cold sweat. Anyone seeing you like this would think we Thornes abuse animals."

I didn't take the handkerchief, just looked at him coldly.

"Mr. Thorne, get to the point. I need to go back and serve your nephew's wife."

A hint of appreciation flickered in Julian's eyes.

"You have backbone. Much more than that whining Vanessa Scott."

He put his handkerchief away, his tone casual yet laced with danger.

"Chloe Miller, do you want revenge?"

My heart leaped. I looked up sharply.

How did he know?

Julian seemed to read my mind, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Liam Thorne hid the news of your grandmother's death, keeping you as a blood bank. What he did was despicable. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Liam has been overreaching lately, trying to get his hands on the Thorne Group's core businesses. I don't like disobedient nephews."

He leaned in slightly, his warm breath fanning my ear, a dangerous whisper.

"Work with me. I'll help you ruin them. After it's done, I'll send you abroad and ensure you live comfortably."

I looked into his deep eyes, knowing this was like playing with a tiger.

But I had nothing left to lose.

A person with nothing to lose fears no one.

I gritted my teeth and spat out one word: "Deal."

Julian straightened up and adjusted his cuff.

"Tomorrow night, come to the Royal Palace Hotel penthouse suite. We'll discuss the details."

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind his tall silhouette.

I watched his retreating back, a cold smile on my lips.

Liam, your good days are over.