The Day I Chose My Own Destiny

My blood was a rare gift, able to heal any wound and mend broken bodies.

In my first wretched life, it bound me to Ethan Vanderbilt, who saw my power as his sole property.

But my gift couldn't bring back the dead, a truth Ethan refused to accept when his "true love," Veronica, lay lifeless before him.

Consumed by a twisted grief not for me, he cruelly watched as my own life bled out from a wound he inflicted.

I died a slow, agonizing death, powerless against his vengeful madness.