She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Damian’s POV

“The mean girl? Who’s married? Whose blood type is registered as AB?” I blink at Oliver, can’t quite process what he said, “How much did you drink tonight?”

He rolls his eyes

eyes at me. He rolls his eyes at ME when he is the one being ridiculous?!

“Uncle Johnny always says that I saved your life, when in fact I hesitated about helping you,” Oliver suddenly blurts, coming to sit by my side, “I felt bad taking your help because…I don’t know if I would have saved you, if it wasn’t my team member that hurt you in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Oliver raises his glass, giving me a mysterious smile, “the world is a dark place.”

What does that mean?!

right?” Oliver leans in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. “A

say anything?! We can look into

darkness in his eyes, “Long story short? My dad sold

a small amount of help from everyone, makes a

–

of stuff? In reality, it’s the amount of people who would help that is small, and there is always a need for rare stuff, no matter what it is. Our blood is one of them. Rich people

know any

landing his face on his palm with his elbow on the back of the sofa, looking at me sideways. The alcohol put a shade of red at the corners of his eyes, giving his smile

price because the buyer was rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live off the big fish. But no…The big fish bit him in the ass. His daughter was saved then

mine. I thought I

on, more to himself than to me, “What he told me the most was to keep my blood type a secret. Don’t let people know, hide. yourself

can’t share their feelings? I always thought that money was more of a burden to me than treasure – it makes people around