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?!

accident, right?” Oliver leans in, 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.

Why the hell didn’t you say anything?! We

is still in prison,” Oliver lets out a cold snort calmly, a shade of darkness in his eyes, “Long story short? My dad sold his blood for a living. You know

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

–

stuff, no matter what it is. Our blood is one

know any

sofa, looking at me sideways. The alcohol put a shade of red at the corners

like 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

mine. I thought

Don’t let people know, hide. yourself

What do you say to a brother who you can’t share their feelings? I always thought that money was more of a burden to me than treasure – it makes people around me all put on masks. They lie, they suck up, they target me. It’s overwhelming and I hated it. But now I know, it did give