My Fake Sister Stole My Fiancé Chapter 09
Lucinda felt her heart seize within her chest, a visceral grip as if an unseen hand had latched onto it with unforgiving strength. Her eyes widened in disbelief, the shock coursing through her veins like ice water.
“You murderer!” she shouted, her voice a raw mixture of fury and humiliation, an overwhelming tide that surged forth, breaking free from the dam of her composure. In a flash of instinctual rage, she lunged at Margot, her fingers wrapping around the delicate curve of her throat.
Margot’s shriek shattered the air, a sound filled with panic. “Help! Sully, help me!” Her plea echoed in the room, desperation lacing each syllable.
In that instant, the door swung open with a thunderous crash, and Sullivan stormed in like a tempest. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved Lucinda aside with a force that sent her sprawling, then scooped Margot into his arms as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
“You never learn, do you?” he spat at Lucinda, his eyes blazing with anger. Then, as he carried Margot away, he barked orders at the bodyguards. “Keep her under strict watch!”
Lucinda’s scream erupted from her throat, raw and anguished. “He admitted he killed my mom!” The words hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of her grief and fury.
“Sullivan, you’re protecting a monster! Wake up!” She could feel the frustration boiling within her, but Sullivan merely dismissed her, labeling her as insane, his expression one of disdain.
Before long, Lucinda found herself transferred to the Godwin estate, a place that felt more like a prison than a refuge. She was confined to the dark, damp basement, where the bodyguards provided her with only a single meal each day. The chill of the concrete seeped into her bones, and as the days dragged on, her body weakened while her mind began to spiral into unsettling hallucinations. The wedding loomed just two days away, a countdown that felt like a ticking clock of doom.
Hatred simmered within her, fueled by the horrifying revelation of Margot’s confession—the truth that had been obscured for far too long. Diane hadn’t succumbed to a sudden heart attack; she had been snuffed out by an untreated asthma attack! The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, and Lucinda felt a fierce determination ignite within her. She couldn’t allow herself to perish in this wretched place. She had to survive; there could be no escape if she were dead. If she died here, Diane would never receive the justice she deserved…
Huddled in the corner, Lucinda wrapped her arms around her knees, her mind racing with desperate plans for escape.
***
Over the next three days, Margot paraded her newfound happiness on social media, a constant stream of images showcasing her lavish lifestyle. Sullivan, ever the attentive partner, was seen at the pinnacle of a Ferris wheel, showering her with extravagant jewelry and hosting private concerts featuring her favorite celebrities at their grand estate. It was a spectacle meant for the world to envy, a life of opulence on full display.
Yet, Lucinda remained oblivious to all of it, tucked away in the basement like a forgotten relic. She was a mere shadow of her former self, quiet and withdrawn, waiting for the moment when the door would finally creak open again.
When it did, Sullivan strode in, a gleam of excitement lighting up his face. “Lucinda, I have good news.”
Her heart leaped at the words, but she quickly tempered her hopes. No news could possibly be good enough unless it meant her freedom.
But Sullivan’s next statement sent a chill racing down her spine. “The match was successful. You’re going to donate a kidney to Maggie right now.”
The word “impossible” echoed in her mind like a desperate mantra. There was no way she could be a match for Margot, not when the truth had already been laid bare by a private investigator. Margot was not her sister at all; she was Rosie’s illegitimate child with another man. Their blood types didn’t match—there was no way she could be a donor!
Lucinda’s voice trembled as she struggled to explain everything to Sullivan, but he merely sneered, dismissing her words as excuses. “You just don’t want to give Maggie your kidney.”
Before she could protest further, he restrained her, strapping her down onto the operating table with a cold, clinical efficiency.
Lucinda’s heart plummeted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sully…”
It had been ages since she’d called him that, a name that now felt like a distant memory. Sullivan paused, glancing back at her, a flicker of something—was it concern?—crossing his features.
“I’m begging you, please don’t force me to do this. You know I’ve never been healthy…” Her plea hung in the air, heavy with desperation.
Sullivan sighed, leaning down to stroke her cheek in a gesture that felt almost tender. “Lucy, be good. It’s just one kidney—you’ll be fine. But if Maggie doesn’t get it, she’ll die for sure.”
His words felt like a dagger to her heart. “After the surgery, we’ll get married. As long as you don’t bully Lucy anymore, I’ll treat you well.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Lucinda alone with her dread.
***
The cold sting of the anesthesia needle pierced through Lucinda’s skin, a sharp reminder of her grim reality. As darkness began to envelop her, she shut her eyes, surrendering to the void, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance of fear and defiance.
