Chapter 1

1 I secretly got a heart transplant, hiding it from Garrett and his "one true love."

Everyone thought I was dead, but I was actually lounging on a beach in some tropical paradise, soaking up the sun.

Then one day, Garrett discovered my urn was filled with baby formula.

Oops. Game over.

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I first learned I was immortal at seven years old.

My alcoholic father, drunk as usual, smashed empty liquor bottles on my head, one after another, until shattered glass littered the floor.

I felt the blood drain from my body, the cold seeping into my bones, making me tremble.

But just as I thought I was going to die, a warm current surged through me, reviving me from the brink.

So when Lily suggested I give her my heart, I didn't hesitate.

Just a heart, right? I'm not going to die anyway, and I could save someone. Why not?

Lying on the cold operating table, I felt the anesthetic slowly being injected, my consciousness fading.

But the first person I thought of was Garrett.

I met him at eighteen, working at a bar.

After my dad died, I had to work during summer breaks to make ends meet. The bar offered high pay, the only job that would help me save enough before school started again.

That night, Garrett, drunk as a skunk, said to me, "I'll pay you to be with me."

I nodded, accepting without hesitation.

My decisiveness surprised everyone, including Garrett.

Nobody turns down money, especially when the benefactor is young, handsome, and rich.

This deal was a steal for me.

That night, he took me to his huge penthouse downtown; a place I'd only seen on TV.

I couldn't resist exploring, and my curious wandering around earned me a frown from Garrett.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Sarah."

"Sarah, what a unique name."

I pretended to be embarrassed, trying to play the part of a kept woman.

"Give me your bank account information. I'll deposit money regularly, and I'll let you know beforehand. There's a housekeeper here during the day; if you need anything, ask her," he instructed.

"I like piano music, so you need to take two piano lessons a week. I'll check your progress after a month. If you don't meet expectations, our arrangement ends," he said in a calm and measured tone.

A huge apartment, no worries about tuition or living expenses, and free piano lessons? I was incredibly lucky.

I immediately promised Garrett I wouldn't disappoint him.

Before leaving, he looked at me a few times, but his eyes seemed to see someone else.

But I didn't care.