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?!

his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. “A car crashed into him, but it wasn’t an accident. It was

hell didn’t you say anything?! We can

shade of darkness in his eyes, “Long story short? My dad sold his blood for a living.

types to donate, right? a small amount of help from everyone, makes a huge

–

rare stuff, no matter what it is. Our blood is one of them. Rich

know any

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 a bloody shade, “You are rich. The heir

he wasn’t at fault. He kept raising the 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

but I see only sorrow in his eyes, I never knew his world was so different than mine. I thought I had seen the dark side, and

but he loved me.” Oliver mumbles on, more to himself than to me, “What he told me the most was to keep my blood type a secret. Don’t let

treasure – it makes people around me all put on masks. They lie, they suck up, they target me.