By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

For two years, I endured agonizing chemo for my leukemia, believing my struggling family was sacrificing everything to save me.

But right before my surgery, I overheard my brother and mother whispering outside the door.

I didn't have cancer.

My family, who were actually billionaires in the Syndicate, had been secretly poisoning me.

They needed me weak and dying so my betrothal to the supreme Don could be transferred to their newly found biological daughter.

"Once the betrothal is transferred, I will find the best specialists to cure Clara," my brother said coldly.