My husband made me his mistress's blood bank

I was born with the rarest blood group in the world, called the golden blood. My mother died at the time of delivery due to excess blood loss and my father labelled me as a taboo, and left me in an orphanage.

But, when I turned three years old, I was adopted by a wealthy person, only to donate my blood to his daughter, Mia, who happened to share the same blood group as me.

I was not a person, but a living medicine to them. Every month they drained out blood from my veins and stored them, in case their daughter suffered any mishap and needed blood.

When I turned eighteen, I ran away from my foster family and settled abroad where I met the love of my life, Nolan.

The time I spent with Nolan felt like the happiest moments of my life. But soon, as if the bad omen were chasing after me, I caught a rare infection in my blood, which needed purification every month.

I had to drain the dirty blood out of my body, in case they infect my organs.

It was the second time in the month that I had drained out the blood and was feeling too weak to even stand up.

I barely managed to come out of the hospital ward and walked up to the Doctor’s cabin where Nolan had been waiting for me.

However, my legs hung in the middle as I overheard Doctor William saying,

“How long are you going to fool your wife with the fake disease only to donate her blood to your sweetheart, Mia?”

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Nolan remained silent for a while before he spoke up, “Is the fake report of her disease ready? There isn't anything to doubt, right? Make it look like her condition is worse than earlier and need to purify blood two times a month for the next six months.”

My nails clenched into my palms listening to Nolan's cold and distant voice. Even his friend, William was taken aback by his cruelty.

He immediately spat, his voice desperate, “Have you gone mad? She has been donating blood every month since she was three years old. She is already very weak and you want her to double it. Do you want her to die?”

“Don't Jinx her…” Nolan blurted out, his voice trembled. But, the next words coming out from my lips, shattered all my hopes and sent me to the abyss as he added,

“If anything happens to her, Mia’s life would be at risk. It's not easy to find a golden blood donor.”

So, that was what I valued in his life, an important tool to keep his sweetheart alive?

“If Bella's life is that important to you and to your Mia, why are you putting her at risk by doubling the donation?” William asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“You already have so many bottles of blood stored in advance. Besides, Bella is wrapped around your fingers. You can take her blood whenever Mia needs it. Why must you take her blood every month in advance?”

“Bella's life is important for Mia. But, Mia’s life is beyond everything to me. I don't ever want to put her life at risk.” Nolan said, his voice firm.

“So, the more blood I have in advance the better.” He added.

“And, why is the process doubling all of a sudden?” William asked while raising his eyebrows.

“It's because Mia is pregnant. She might need the blood anytime. I have to be prepared in advance.” Nolan stated.

There was a long pause after the statement, no one saying anything or I might have lost my senses hearing it out.

After a long time, William asked, his voice low and ironically, “And, whose child is it in her womb? It can't be yours, can it?”

“No,” Nolan replied, “It doesn't matter to me whose child she is carrying. Even if she is married to someone else, I cared the most about her.”

“And, I’ll do everything in my possession to keep her safe, be it draining blood two or five times from Bella's body, as long as I can keep Mia safe.” Nolan added.

My legs trembled listening to their conversation and I lost my balance, resulting in a severe fall on the floor.

As I fell on the floor, and my eyes closed, an event of the past flashed through my eyes. Last month, I was tested positive for pregnancy. But, Nolan wasn't happy and asked me for abortion.

“You know your health better than anyone else, Bella. You are too weak to conceive a child. It requires a lot of blood, which you don't have.”

“Do you want me to see you die while delivering our baby, just like your mother? You'd rather kill me than let me see this, Bella.” He had said, strictly forbidding me from keeping the baby.

It was only now that I understood that it was not I, for whom he was worried. His concerns were for Mia, his true love.

To keep her and her child safe, he was even ready to kill his own blood. What a shameful depiction of one's love towards his mistress!