After Mistaking His White Moonlight, I Died—and He Lost His Mind

On the cruise where he proposed to me, Fu Hanyi slipped a two-hundred-million-dollar diamond ring onto his adopted sister's finger—and my world shattered. The man who claimed he was dying, who let me sell my blood to buy his medicine, was actually a financial titan who moved markets with a whisper. He played me for a fool, pretending to be poor while his elite friends laughed at my desperation. When I lay dying and begged him for help, he coldly told me to perish. But the truth he'd hidden would destroy us both: I was never the substitute. I was always the one he loved—and now it's too late.