The Spare Part Bride

Summary

On New Year's Eve, the Billionaire Heir picked me up, dying, and brought me home.

He stroked my smooth, jade-like back, his eyes gentle as if looking at a rare treasure:

"From now on, your name is Vivia, meaning full of life."

"This is a lucky name, you must pray for me well."

"In exchange, for every wish you make, you must sacrifice one thing."

I nodded blushing, thinking I met salvation.

At that time, I didn't understand that my name meant exchanging my life, bit by bit, for the woman lying in the ICU.