The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)

"Ida, let me draw another tube of blood. Your sister's anemia is getting serious again. You both have rare blood types, so only your blood can save her. I know you are suffering, but don't worry, I will marry you. I will definitely marry you." A handsome and elegant man with gold-rimmed glasses walked toward her. His voice was soft and charming.

Oneida Chaser lay on the cold and hard bed, shaking her head desperately.

She wanted to refuse, but her throat felt constricted, making it difficult to utter any words.

Oneida realized that her physical state could not tolerate any more blood being taken away.

She had given countless tubes of her own blood in order to save her sister, Jennifer Chaser, who was suffering from severe anemia.

Her body was depleted, and her veins were emptied from the constant blood draws.

She had become like a walking blood bank, devoid of any dignity, and her health had been severely compromised. At this point, her condition was extremely terrible.

If she had more blood taken, she would surely lose her life.

However, the man seemed oblivious to her struggle and resistance and proceeded to insert the cold needle into her blood vessel without hesitation.

Dark blood gushed out from Oneida's body continuously while a single tear trickled down from the corner of her eye.

She didn't hold anyone else responsible for her current miserable state. She only blamed herself for being foolish and mistakenly trusting the man in front of her. He was also the man she had once deeply loved.

He once professed his love for her and expressed his desire to marry her, but he then betrayed her trust by tricking her into donating blood for Jennifer.

Trapped and unable to leave, Oneida could only watch herself go from being healthy and energetic to slowly dying.

It turned out that his love was fake, and his marriage promise was just a lure.

If he truly loved her, he wouldn't use her blood to save another woman.

The man's act of taking another tube of blood from Oneida seemed to drain the last bit of life from her.

"Done," the man said with a smile. "Ida, you're a good girl. I'll come to visit you later."

After saying those words, he left without looking back.

Oneida was overcome by a sudden chill, and her eyes grew heavy as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

As she was about to fall into darkness, she faintly heard a conversation happening near the door.

"Christopher, will you really marry Oneida?" asked Jennifer, her voice as gentle as falling snow.

"I won't," replied the cold voice of the man, Christopher Faraday. "Jenn, I will only marry you. All the sweet nothings I said to her were just a means to make her willingly give her blood to you." "But it looks like she's about to die."

Christopher's reply was callous. "If she dies, I'll find another convenient blood donor for you."

He added, "Since she's useless now, let's burn her."

Oneida pressed her pale lips together and felt like crying, but no tears would come.

At that moment, her body was completely drained.

Suddenly, a fire ignited around her, and hot air washed over her.

Christopher stood by his statements. He started a fire to burn Oneida, the now useless and worthless woman, to ashes.

"Christopher... Christopher, I will never love you again if there's a next life!" Oneida thought.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of quick footsteps.

Her face was gently caressed by someone with soft fingertips and warm palms.

"Cece. Cece..."

A familiar, masculine voice was calling out her nickname with a deep and sorrowful tone. "Come on, wake up. Don't fall asleep. I'll help you escape from here," the man said. Oneida summoned all her strength and managed to open her eyes slightly.

An elegant and handsome face with well-shaped eyebrows and defined eyes came into view.

The man's red eyes and tired face suggested he had gone without sleep for many days.

"Jackson Bane? Why is he here?" Oneida questioned silently.

It was widely believed that Jackson Bane, the fourth son of the Bane family, lived a chaste and celibate life, uninterested in women. Little did anyone know that he harbored a profound love for Oneida alone. Despite being a proud man, he only had eyes for her.

He even confessed his love to Oneida and claimed that he wanted to protect her for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, she couldn't reciprocate his love when she was already dedicated to Christopher.

In addition, Oneida had gone out of her way to display her affection for Christopher in front of Jackson and kept a great distance from the latter to avoid his advances.

She never imagined that he would come to her when she was on the brink of death.