Blood On The Third Wish Novel by Lizzie. H _ Novel





Blood On The Third Wish Chapter 01

I am the last siren in this world, born with three chances to petition the heavens for a wish.
The first time, my boyfriend Arthur Hudson was on death's door. I sacrificed the child in my womb and all my future offspring, wishing for Arthur to live a century free from illness and calamity.
The second time, the Hudson family teetered on the brink of ruin. I sacrificed my lifetime of accumulated magical essence, wishing for their fortunes to be restored and all their endeavors to prosper.
The third time, Arthur's childhood sweetheart was dying in childbirth. He demanded I sacrifice again, wishing for Emily Thorne and her child to be safe.
When I refused, he threw me into a men's prison. "One buck a pop. Have your fun with her. It’s not like she can get pregnant anyway."
That night, I cried until my voice was hoarse.
As the first light of dawn broke the next day, I paid the price with my own life. I activated the enchanted amulet and made my final wish.
"I wish for all who have betrayed and wronged me to suffer the ruin of their families and die without a grave to claim their bones!"
...
When Arthur entered, I was lying amidst the filth. The last man had just pulled up his pants and left.
Seeing who had entered, the man grinned. "Thanks for the hospitality, Mr. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson's... services were quite memorable."
Without blinking, Arthur grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it over the man's head.
A loud crash, shards flying. The man's howls were cut short as he was dragged away.
Arthur walked over to me. His gaze swept over the raw, ruined flesh between my legs, and he let out a cold, derisive snort. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"
When I didn't respond, he suddenly sighed. Reaching out, he began to wipe the filth from my face, touch by touch. "Be good, Sarah. Just help me one last time."
"I know you're jealous, but the child in Emily's belly is mine. My own flesh and blood."
"You can't give me children. You can't stand in the way of someone who can."
Yet clearly, when we were young and he learned I had sacrificed our unborn child to save him, he had knelt by my bed and cried until he fainted. He held me then, his eyes bloodshot with guilt, swearing an oath never to fail me.
"Even if we never have children! I will love you forever!"
The boomerang of youth hit me right between the eyes. I licked the blood seeping from the corner of my mouth. Under Arthur's expectant gaze, I slowly shook my head.
"Gone."
The last chance. It was gone.
Just moments ago, I had paid with my life to make that final wish.
I gripped the enchanted amulet in my hand and whispered softly, "Arthur..."
"You will join me in hell!"
Arthur didn't hear that last sentence. He received a call from the hospital and frantically dragged me there.
"Emily is in labor, Sarah!
Hurry up and wish for the safety of Emily and the baby!"
Emily was Arthur's childhood sweetheart. She claimed the child in her womb was the reincarnation of a devotee and required the blessing of a siren princess to be born safely.
Arthur believed it to be true. He forced me to use the third amulet to beg the heavens to protect Emily and her child.
What he didn't know was that a siren princess has only three wishes in her lifetime, each requiring a sacrifice of equal value.
To save Arthur, I sacrificed our unborn child.
To save the Hudson family, I sacrificed my lifetime of magical essence.
To wish again, only my life would suffice.
I laid out the truth, but Arthur refused to believe it.
"Just as Emily said," he spat, his voice cold with contempt. "You're venomous to the core. Jealous that she carries my child, you'd spin this web of lies to frame her."
As punishment, he delivered me to a men's prison. For an entire night, I was subjected to torment until my body was a map of wounds.
Now, he was forcing me to pray for Emily.
Gut-wrenching screams echoed from the delivery room, making Arthur snap. He kicked me hard in the chest. "Emily is in there hovering between life and death, yet you have the nerve to be jealous and play games!
Sarah, I’m giving you one last chance. Are you going to make the wish or not!"
Seeing that I still refused to speak, Arthur’s rage reached its peak. He sneered coldly and made a call. Moments later, the butler brought in an antique mahogany box.
When I saw what was inside the box, my blood instantly ran cold.

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