The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan)

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

"Benjamin' Benjamin! If there is a next life, I swear, I won't love you again?"

Out of the blue, the sound of singent footsteps reached her ears.

Someone's hands reached out to touch her face, his fingertips gentle, his palms warm.noveldrama

"Lily, Laly." She heard a man call her by her nickname. The voice was low and soft, yet oddly familiar to her. "Wake up, don't fall deep yet. I'll get you out of here."

Charlotte summoned all her strength, managing to slightly crack her eyes open. A refined handsome face care into her view, his sharp eyes peering into hers

gyes were bloodshot, weariness etched between his knitted brows, as if he hadn't slept for days.

Max! Charlotte thought. How could it be him?"

The whole world knew Max, the fourth master of the Foster family was emotionally detached and uninterested in romantic affairs, yet no one know of the deep feelings he had for Charlotte. He, a true paragon, was chasing after her alone- declaring his love for her, vowing to protect her for eternity. But Charlotte had been completely absorbed by her feelings for Benjamin. How could she possibly reciprocate Foster's love?

She had even purposely flaunted her affection for Benjamin before Max, intentionally keeping her distance from him. And yet, in this waning moment, here he was, right before her!