The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 1 If there is a next life 

“Let the draw one more vial of blood, Charlotte.” 

*Your sister’s anemia has worsened. You both have rare blood types, and only your blood can save her.” 

I’m aware you’ve endured so much. Don’t worry, I’ll marry) 

y you I promise.” 

With a pair of gold–rimmed glasses perched elegantly on his nose, a refined and handsome man approached her. His voice was as soothing as it was alluring 

Charlotte lay upon a chilly, unyielding bed, shaking her head in despair. 

She wanted to unter the word “no,” but her throat felt constricted, rendering her incapable of forming any sound 

She couldn’t bear another blood extraction. 

In a desperate bid to save her sister, Eleanor, who suffered from severe anemia, she had already given countless vials of her life–giving blood! 

Her body was depleted, her veins drained dry. 

She was akin to a mobile blood reservoir, a walking blood bag, stripped of dignity and health a being trapped between humanity and the afterlife! 

Yet the man appeared impervious to her struggle and resistance. Without a moment’s hesitation, he inserted the icy needle into her vein. 

The dark crimson blood flowed ceaselessly from her body, and glistening tears welled up in the corner of her weary eyes. 

To have sunk to this pitiful state, she blamed none har herself. She chastised her own naïveté and blindness for having trusted the man before her- the same man she had once loved with every fiber of her being 

He had whispered promises of love, pledges of marriage. Yet in truth, he had manipulated her into donating blood for Eleanor. 

Trapped within these walls, without a sliver of daylight, she could only observe as her vitality slipped away, leaving her a mere h 

His declarations of affection, she discovered, were but a facade, his matrimonial proposal, a deceit. 

If he truly cared for her, how could he willingly exploit her blood to save another woman? 

The man drew a final vial of blood, each drop akin to siphoning away Charlotte’s remaining lifeforce. 

husk of her former self. 

“All done,” he murmured, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Charlotte, you’ve been such a cooperative girl. Till return later to check on you.” 

With those words, he departed without sparing her even a backward glance. 

Suddenly, an icy chill swept over Charlotte, and her eyelids grew impossibly heavy. It was as though she was drifting toward the embrace of sleep- 

Just before she surrendered to the consuming darkness, she faintly heard hushed voices at the threshold. 

“Benjamin, are you truly planning to wed Charlotte?” It was the voice of Eleanor, soft as the fall of snowflakes, 

“Never.” The man’s voice, crisp and dispassionate, reached her ears. “Eleanor, my heart is reserved only for you. The honeyed words I whispered to her were merely to coax her into donating blood for your sake….. 

“But she seems on the brink of death.” 

Benjamin’s tone was chillingly indifferent. “If she dies. I’ll find you another useful blood bar 

“It’s no use, just burn it… 

Charlotte clamped her pale limps together, the desire to cry overwhelming her, yet no tears welled up in her eyes. Her body seemed to have withered, all traces of verve dried up entirely. 

Suddenly, an intense heat enveloped her as flames burst forth 

The Tycoon’s Deepest Repentance 

Chapter 1 I 

True to bls words, Benjamin started a fire, ready to reduc