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?!

and his look heavy, which is

say anything?! We can

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 how they would encourage

amount of help from everyone, makes

–

and there is always a need for rare stuff, no matter what it is. Our blood is one of them. Rich people pay HUGELY for it if you can find the

know

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

with the wrong people. I mean, it wasn’t 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.

only sorrow in his eyes, I never knew his world was so different than mine. I thought

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

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