He Wants My Blood, I Want His Life
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Summary
Alaric married me because my rare blood type could save his beloved. Every time Maeve Kincaid was in critical condition, he'd gently coax me to donate blood, calling it "a friend’s wife’s duty."
Until I found his diary: "Every time she gives blood, she's as pale as paper. It almost makes my heart stir. Pity, she's just a walking blood bank."
The day Maeve was discharged, Alaric placed a diamond necklace he’d long bought around my neck: "Maeve needs a bone marrow transplant. Your match is the highest. After this, we’ll truly start our life together."
