My Blood Was Just A Tool To Him Novel by Chloe Berry _ Novel





My Blood Was Just A Tool To Him Chapter 01

Everyone knew I was Louis Scott's personal blood donor.
He was a famous movie actor who suffered from a rare blood disorder, and I was the only match for his blood type.
I lived in his home, always on call, giving blood again and again to keep him alive.
Everyone said I was just a tool Louis kept around, something to be discarded once it'd outlived its use.
But in the third year of our marriage, Louis seemed to be falling in love with me.
He kissed my forehead and promised in a rough, quiet voice, "When I'm well again, we'll travel the world and never come back."
For a while, it felt like we had each other to count on.
Until I discovered that the medical report for his so-called blood disorder had been forged.
He was never sick at all. All those years, he had been taking my blood to save the woman he could never forget—Rita Elmore.
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By the time the private physician drew the last vial of blood, waves of darkness were washing over my vision.
Louis stepped forward at once, took the cotton swab from the doctor's hand, and pressed it gently over the needle mark on my arm himself.
His fingertips were warm, his touch so careful it was as if he were handling something priceless.
"You've been through a lot, Shan." He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing my ear. "Are you still dizzy?"
I shook my head and leaned against him, greedily breathing in his cool, clean scent.
Three years earlier, I had just graduated from college when an accident led to the discovery that I had the rare Rh-null blood type, commonly known as "golden blood."
That same accident was what brought me to Louis.
At the time, he was already a world-famous actor, but he had been diagnosed with a rare blood disorder and needed regular transfusions to stay alive.
And I just happened to be the only registered Rh-null donor in the country who was a match for him.
His team came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse.
I moved into Louis's mansion and became his personal blood donor—and his wife.
To outsiders, I was nothing but his personal blood bank—and I'd taken the deal gladly. I'd married into money, after all. And once he recovered, I'd be kicked out.
Even his housekeeper, Dorothy, looked at me with contempt.
Just a moment ago, she slammed a cup of hot chocolate onto the table so hard it splashed all over my hand.
She rolled her eyes. "You're so lucky, Ms. Chaney. Lie there, barely lift a finger, and you've got more money than you could spend in a lifetime."
Before I could say anything, Louis walked in, his face stern.
"Dorothy." His voice was icy and indifferent. "Get your final paycheck from accounting. You don't need to come in anymore."
Dorothy's face went deathly pale.
Louis didn't spare her another glance. He walked straight to me, pulled out a tissue, and carefully dabbed the hot chocolate from the back of my hand.
Holding my hand, he frowned. "Did it burn you?"
I looked at the tense line of his profile, and my heart started pounding wildly beyond my control.
The whole world said I was lowly, but only I knew the truth: Louis seemed to have truly fallen for me.
He treated me like the apple of his eye.
He would cancel unnecessary social engagements just to come home and have dinner with me.
If my eyes lingered on a piece of jewelry for even a second, the entire collection would be delivered to the house the next day.
Every time I gave blood, he would go into the kitchen himself and make a nourishing soup for me, then hold me in his arms and whisper apology after apology into my ear.
"Shan, just wait a little longer. When I'm better, we'll leave this place."
His kiss landed between my brows, his voice hoarse with emotion.
I fell into the tenderness he showered on me, almost believing that we were truly a couple who loved each other.
His fans called me a parasite, dug into my background, and mocked me for marrying above my station.
That day, staring at the flood of vicious comments online, I couldn't stop my eyes from reddening.
Without a word, Louis took my phone from my hand. Then, right in front of me, he posted on Twitter.
"She's not the parasite. I'm the one who's been living off her blood. And she's the only one I ever love."
The internet exploded.
He switched off his phone, pulled me tightly into his arms, and rested his chin against the top of my head.
"Don't look at that. And don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."
In that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world.
I even dreamed of the day when his feelings for me would come from love, not from the fact that my blood kept him alive.
And I thought that dream was coming true the night he won the Academy Award for Best Actor.
Under the stage lights, he stood with the trophy in his hand. His eyes crossed the sea of people and landed on me with perfect certainty.
"And finally, I want to thank my wife, Shannon Chaney. She gave me a second life. This award belongs to both of us."
Under the blazing flash of cameras, tears streamed down my face.
I thought that the speech marked our love.
I had no idea it was the first sign that all my fantasies were about to shatter.

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