Indulgent Love Leaves Scars Across My SkyChapter 1
Steve Carter and I had only been married for three months, but that was long enough for me to realize how much control he had over my life. Today was the breaking point. He wanted me to donate bone marrow to his half-sister, Amy.
A week ago, Amy had been out drinking. She got behind the wheel of her car and knocked down my brother, Lucas and he died on the spot. Ever since, I had been doing everything I could to make sure she faced justice, but nothing worked. Steve was too powerful. He was one of the biggest names in business, and no one dared to stand up to him. Every time I thought I had a chance to bring Amy to justice, Steve’s influence made it like throwing pebbles at a mountain.
My family was falling apart. My mother was shattered by grief, and when she heard about Lucas, she had a heart attack and ended up in the ICU. My father, got into a car accident while tearing through traffic, and was now in surgery, fighting for his life.
And now, Steve had the audacity to ask me to save Amy.
Steve’s expression hardened as he stood with his arms crossed, blocking the path to the door of in our living room, a space that once felt warm and inviting but now cold and suffocating. "She’s family, Claire," he said coldly. “You know how serious her condition is. You need to understand that sometimes we have to make sacrifice for the ones we love”
“Love?” I scoffed. “Is this love? Forcing me to do something against my will?’
Steve stepped closer, invading my personal space. Lower his voice his voice to a whisper. “You have to help me Claire, she’s my Sister.”
But I wasn’t going to do it. Not for her. Not for him.
It didn’t matter what I wanted, though. Steve always got his way. His men grabbed me and took me to the hospital, ignoring my protests. The smell of disinfectant stung my nose as I struggled against the restraints. We were in a sterile hospital room, bright florescent lights casting harsh shadows on the white walls. Steve himself inserted an IV into my arm. Every muscle in my body tensed, but it was useless to fight.
"Stop being so difficult, Claire," he said without any warmth. He leaned in close, his face just inches from mine. "You’re going to do this for Amy. That’s final."
“I’m not doing this,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You can’t keep controlling me like this.”