Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Gavin Romero and I grew up together. On the night I was engaged to Jamie, ne cried all night holding onto the oak outside my door.

When The Riley family went bankrupt, he spent millions on fireworks that lit up Wilmington for an entire night.

He said, “I’m not doing this for you; I just can’t stand Jamie.”

So, we were always in “cahoot” with each other, it was impossible for either of us to develop any genuine affection.

That night, he invited me to a bar for a night out, and thoughtfully arranged for eight well–built male escorts to join us.

After a few glasses of red wine, my true self began to surface. With one es ort on my left and another on my right, I relished every moment of the experience.

As the door to the private room opened, through my hazy vision, I thought I saw Jamie’s annoying face.

Indeed, it was him.

“Who invited him to ruin my mood?” I asked irritably.

Gavin, kindly adjusting the hem of my skirt which was dangerously close to revealing too much, proudly said, “It was me. We happened to need someone to pour the drinks.”

I glanced at Gavin, puzzled by his intentions.

Gavin eagerly shouted at Jar e, who was like a standing guard at the door, “Didn’t you hear me? Come over and pour some more wine.”

Then he leaned closer and whispered smugly, “He’s been trying to get a favor from my dad lately, so he can’t afford to ignore me.”

So Gavin was aiming to humiliate Jamie- perhaps to avenge me?

That was the only interpretation I could manage.

While I was lost in thought, Jamie had already picked up a bottle, half–kneeling in front of me, filling my glass to the brim.

The phrase “grace under pressure” came to mind.

The shifting, colorful lights highlighted his ruggedly handsome face, but his eyes, devoid of emotion, seemed indifferent.

Even now, he maintained his air of superiority.

I deliberately knocked over my glass, spilling wine onto his pristine white shirt.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

His slightly furrowed brow revealed his frustration.

“Sorry, could you pour me another glass?”

The veins on his hand gripping the bottle stood out, and his clenched jaw quivered slightly, each subtle change betraying his restraint.

I took a sip of the freshly filled glass, feeling the sharpness of the alcohol I grabbed his white shirt collar and pulled him close, our faces inches apart.

I could feel his warm breath on my face.

Suddenly, I leaned forward, and he instinctively turned his head away.

This move angered me. Unable to hold back, I sprayed a mouthful of alcohol directly onto his face.

The liquid trickled down his sharply defined features, soaking into his collar, making him more alluring.

I picked up a tissue from the table, calmly wiped my mouth, and then tossed it at his face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Jamie suddenly stood up, angrily throwing the bottle to the ground. The shards of glass splintered and cut my exposed calf.

“I’ve already paid you back. If you continue to humiliate me, it’s going too far.”

“Too far?” I looked at Gavin.

Gavin immediately shook his head. “How could it be too far? If you hadn’t helped him back then, he’d probably be begging on some street corner right now.”

I turned my gaze back to Jamie. “Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money; you owe me a favor that can never be fully repaid!”

I lifted my injured leg, the blood pooling in a line.

“Lick it clean, or I’ll have you carried out of here horizontally.”

Gavin made a disapproving noise, clearly disgusted. “Aren’t you bothered by the filth?”

I shot him a look. “What do you know? Saliva has antiseptic properties.”

As Gavin and I continued our back–and–forth, Jamie had already turned to leave.

Gavin’s bodyguard blocked the door, clearly unwilling to let him leave so easily.

Outside, there was a commotion, and Sylvia burst in, arriving just in time.

She stood in front of Jamie, adopting a protective stance like a mother lion defending her cubs.

“If you lay a finger on Jamie, I’ll make sure this isn’t over.”