End Me, Mend Me

After going bankrupt, I do the unthinkable for my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford, and climb into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss.

When his smoldering gaze sweeps over my shirtless body, I stay perfectly still. The reason is that I'm afraid to set off this infamous man in front of me. However, the next instant, his lips are everywhere on my skin, and the night dissolves into a wild, reckless blur.

For three years, I endure every torment in his bed. Thoughts of escape and even suicide cross my mind, but the fact that my brother is fighting for his life in the ICU keeps me going.

One day, I accidentally overhear him speaking with his childhood friend, Chloe Sterling.

"How long do you plan to toy with your enemy's daughter? You're not falling for her, are you?"

"Don't be absurd."

"And what about her sickly brother?"

"He died long ago."

The last thread holding me together snaps. Now, there is no reason left to live.

As I prepare to end my life by burning charcoal, tears well up in his eyes as he pleads for me not to leave.

After going bankrupt, I did the unthinkable to save my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford. I climbed into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss. One night of passion sealed my fate, and I became his kept woman.

For three years, we entangled ourselves in gardens, hot springs, and vineyards. We explored every intimate position and lost ourselves in unrelenting desire.

Damien possessed a raw, physical stamina that consumed me completely, leaving me utterly wrecked every time. However, for the sake of my brother in the ICU, I chose to endure it.

Everything changed when I accidentally overheard his conversation with his childhood friend, Chloe Sterling.

"How long do you plan to toy with your enemy's daughter? Don't tell me you've fallen in love?"

"Don't be absurd. How could I possibly fall in love with her?"

"And what about her sickly brother?"

"The hospital called last night. He's already passed away."

The grief hit so hard it felt like my chest was being ripped open. With Ricky gone, I no longer had any reason to live. I decided to follow after Ricky when he was laid to rest in three days.

When Damien arrived at the hospital, I was cleaning my brother's face. Seeing Damien, I couldn't resist confronting him.

"Why didn't you tell me my brother is dead?"

His face went rigid as he gripped my wrist.

"If you knew he was gone, you'd leave me for good… I couldn't let that happen."

"Then will you marry me?" I asked.

Damien looked away, speaking with cold finality.

"That will never happen. Your father killed my elder brother. Even if I wanted to marry you, my family would never allow it."

He went on, "In three days, I have to go through with my family's arrangement and marry Chloe. Just hold on