Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Jamie stated in an interview, “My engagement with Ms. Harris was terminated five years ago.”

Reporters camped out at my door, eager to hear my side.

My response was, “Jamie used the one hundred million I gave him to make a comeback, and then–betrayed me!”

Half an hour later, headlines screamed about Jamie being a heartless man and Sylvia being the mistress.

Sylvia posted a video of Jamie’s injuries online, accusing me of violence, unstable emotions, and even claiming I had a mental disorder.

Later, a diagnosis was leaked confirming that I had indeed seen a psychologist.

The battle between Jamie and me had just begun.

I dressed in a sharp business suit and attended the company’s new product launch with a smiling face.

When asked about personal matters by reporters, I refused to comment.

“Please focus on our company’s new products.”

“Mr. Riley? Not familiar.”

“Sylvia? Never heard of her.”

The public shifted from gossip to confusion, questioning whether I had a split personality. How could I be so involved before and now claim ignorance?

The more I acted this way, the higher the media’s attention grew.

Afterall, a new product needs hype to sell well.

Now, not only did I save on endorsement fees, but I also crafted myself into a brand.

In the VIP room of a private hospital, Jamie lay in bed with his head bandaged, watching the news. I sat beside him, quietly peeling an apple.

I peeled it in one continuous strip, feeling oddly accomplished.

I presented the apple to Jamie. “Want some?”

Jamie gently patted my head, his eyes soft. “I’m good.”

“Alright, fine.”

I pulled back and took a large bite myself.

Crispy and sweet–delicious.

At that moment, Sylvia’s loud voice came from outside.

“Let me in. I want to see how Jamie is doing.”

The bodyguard’s deep voice replied, “Mr. Riley has instructed that no one is to enter.”

Sylvia protested, “Am I just anyone? I’m his fiancée.”

The apple suddenly lost its appeal, and I threw it into the trash.

I looked towards the door, resuming my usual cold demeanor. “You’ve got your drama.”

Jamie put down his phone, his expression calm.

“I’ll handle it.”

The more publicly I and Jamie clashed, the more people would believe he was truly isolated in Wilmington.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

With The Riley family’s downfall causing widespread repercussions and The Harris family’s involvement, Jamie was risking everything.

To uncover who had set up The Riley family, he had to place himself in a trap set by his enemies, waiting for them to reveal themselves.

As a member of The Harris family, his fiancée, and the one who facilitated his comeback, being his adversary was the greatest protection I could offer.