The CEO’s Blood Deal:A Secret Baby ExposedChapter 1

My four-year-old daughter needed a heart transplant. We were fifty thousand dollars short.

Then Denys Simmons called. "Get over here and give Maureen her blood. Your daughter needs money to survive, doesn't she? I'll give you a hundred thousand."

For that money, I let them drain me until I collapsed.

When I woke, I rushed straight to my daughter's operating room—only to find the payment had never arrived.

I went to confront Denys Simmons. His response was casual, dismissive: "The daughter of a call girl deserves nothing better."

I slapped him across the face. "It seems Mr. Simmons has forgotten that night five years ago at the club."

He seized me like a man possessed. I looked him dead in the eye. "You don't deserve to know."

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"Denise Mason's surgery is still fifty thousand short. If we can't get the funds together, we'll have to cancel tomorrow's operation." The nurse's words played on loop in my head.

Canceling was not an option. I was racking my brain for ways to scrape the money together when Denys Simmons's call came through.