I Had 100 Lives, But He Killed Me 101 Times for His True Love
1 Have a Special Ability: Resurrection After Death
Because of this, I was chosen by a mob boss to be a blood donor for his true love.
Even if I died from blood loss, the moment I revived, that needle would pierce my skin again.
Whenever I begged for mercy, he would just pin me down firmly and say, “Why are you being so dramatic? You can revive, can’t you? If she dies, I’ll make sure you follow her to the grave!”
But what he didn’t know was that I only had 100 lives. If I died one more time, I would never revive again. My soul would scatter forever.
1
In the luxurious bedroom, Lucas Turner pushed me onto the soft bed, gently pressing himself on top of me.
Our breaths mingled as his fingers lightly brushed my lips before he leaned in for a deep kiss.
My heart was racing. Just as I was about to embrace him, the door was suddenly pushed open by a servant.
Lucas was annoyed and about to scold them when he heard the servant say-
“Mr. Turner! Miss White is in trouble!”
Upon hearing this, the anger on Lucas’s face quickly disappeared. Without caring that I was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, he pulled me up and we left.
I didn’t need to guess; I knew he was going to take me to give blood to Lily White again.
In the three years I’d been with him, I had given blood to Lily ninety–eight times.
If this had happened before, I would have been more than willing, hoping only that Lucas would look at me once more.
But now, I was desperately begging for mercy, kneeling on the ground and refusing to go.
“Lucas, I can’t give her blood anymore! If I do, I’ll die…”
But Lucas wouldn’t listen to me, thinking I was just being dramatic.
“Stop being so melodramatic! Can’t you revive anyway? Lily is dying, how can you be so heartless!”
I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face: “It’s not like that! Actually, I only have 100 lives, and I’ve already died ninety–eight times. Two more times, and I’ll really die…”
But Lucas didn’t believe me at all. He shouted at me-
“You’ll make up any lie to avoid giving blood to Lily!”
I shook my head miserably, trying desperately to explain: “It’s not a lie! I’m really not deceiving you. I don’t have infinite revivals, I only have 100 lives… Please, don’t make me give her blood anymore, okay?”
But Lucas ignored my cries and forcibly dragged me upstairs.
I was wearing thin clothes, and my whole body ached. It felt like my bones were about to break, but he didn’t care. His steps got faster and faster, only hoping to see Lily White as soon as possible.
Then, he threw me roughly onto the operating table and tied me down tightly.
He quickly turned to Lily: “Lily, how are you doing?”
The personal doctor shook his head: “Mr. Turner, Miss White’s condition is getting worse…”
Lily White opened her eyes, her face pale, and said weakly to Lucas: “Lucas, am I going to die?”
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8:19 AM
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I knew Lily White was awake, but she suddenly pretended to be asleep, not saying a word.
I struggled desperately, almost dislodging the needle. Lucas got angry and slapped me hard across the face.
“Don’t move! If Lily dies, you’ll be joining her in the afterlife!”
I finally stopped struggling. No matter how much it hurt, it couldn’t compare to the pain in my heart.
More and more blood flowed out, and my body gradually went limp. My consciousness began to fade.
Then, I lost consciousness and died.
When I woke up again, I was in Lucas’s arms.
He was holding me, and seeing that I was awake, he excitedly picked up a bowl of porridge.
“Aria, you’re finally awake. Here, drink some of this to replenish your blood.”
He fed me patiently, spoonful by spoonful, as if the demon who had forced me to give blood wasn’t him.
Lucas was always like this. As long as it wasn’t about giving blood, he was extremely gentle with me.
But as soon as he wanted me to give blood, it was as if he became a different person, ignoring my pain and pleas, with only Lily White in his heart.
I turned my face away, no longer looking at him.
But he wasn’t angry. He just leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Be good, Aria. Don’t be upset. Drink your porridge.”
I said coldly: “Just leave it there.”
But he insisted on feeding me. I was no longer like before, easily coaxed. Instead, I turned my back to him, ignoring him.
Lucas got annoyed: “Aria Sanders! Is this necessary? You’re throwing a tantrum just because you gave blood to Lily?”
“You weren’t this dramatic before. Besides, can’t you revive? Can’t you be a little more kind–hearted?”
His accusations felt like arrows piercing my heart, leaving it riddled with wounds.
