My Grave Became His Obsession

On the day I get into an accident, Anthony Flint forces me to donate blood to his first love, Maisie Jones, even though I'm on the brink of death. He threatens me that if I dare reject him, he'll torture me till I die. Later on, I end up dying on the streets due to massive blood loss, just like Anthony wants me to. But he bawls his eyes out as he begs me to open my eyes and look at him again. Chapter 1 The day Anthony Flint returned from his business trip, I got caught in a pileup on the way to pick him up. When they were loading me into the ambulance, the nurse managed to call him on my phone. The second the call connected, his cold, clipped voice came over the line. "I was just about to call you. Maisie needs a transfusion. Get over here." I didn't even have time to say anything before I started coughing up blood. The nurse took the phone from me, her voice tight with urgency. "Are you Willow Shore's family? I'm a nurse from Centuro Hospital. She's been in a car accident—she has severe injuries and is in critical condition. Please come to the hospital right away." Anthony went quiet for a few seconds. Then, he snapped, "What's this stunt you're pulling now, Willow? I don't care what game you think you're playing. Get over here, now. If anything happens to Maisie, you'll be the one paying for it." The nurse grew frantic. "She's badly hurt—" He cut her off before she could get any further. "Then take her blood before she dies. If you don't, I'll come get it myself." Then, he hung up. Blood surged up from my chest into my throat and nose. I couldn't breathe, so I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, choking it down. All I could think about was how a living, breathing person could say something that cruel. If I survived this, I would drain every last drop of his blood and fill a water gun with it and spray it everywhere. … Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to do that. I didn't survive. Instead, I became a ghost, drifting in the air, feeling lost. I watched as the nurse kept trying to reach Anthony, only to fail again and again. That was just how he'd always been. Once he informed me of something, he would never say it a second time because he knew I didn't dare go against him. The nurse tried calling my other relatives, but that didn't work, either. I was an orphan, and I'd grown up in an orphanage. When I was 15, the orphanage director had passed away, and Anthony's parents had taken me into the Flint family. They treated me well enough, but he despised me—mainly because Maisie Jones didn't like me. And yet, because of Maisie, Anthony kept me by his side. He turned me into her personal blood bank. I didn't have any friends here, either. In the end, the only "family" I had left was Anthony. Failing to reach anyone, the nurse had no choice but to have my body wheeled to the morgue. My soul ended up being trapped in the hospital. I felt truly miserable. "If I can't move on to my next life, I'll probably be stuck here forever." "That's pretty tragic." A boy, looking about 12 or 13, drifted over to my side. He was also a ghost. My eyes widened, and I let out a sharp, piercing scream. "There's a ghost!" "Where? Where's the ghost?" He looked even more terrified than I was. I froze, then mustered the courage to point at him. He froze, too. After thinking it over for a moment, he accepted reality and sighed. "Sorry. I haven't been a ghost for very long. I'm still getting used to it." "Me too," I said. Just like that, the fear dissolved. "Whoa, you're even a vengeful spirit. Look at all the blood on you." I followed his gaze and looked down. I was in a long red dress, but the blood made it look more vivid. Anthony once told me I looked good in red. After that, all my clothes slowly turned into shades of red. I'd even picked out this particular red dress that day just to make him happy when I went to pick him up at the airport. I knew it was his favorite on me. Honestly, I didn't think the blood made me a vengeful spirit. If anything, I was a total coward. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at all the different corpses laid out in the morgue. I didn't dare stay there any longer. I grabbed the little boy ghost and pulled him away from that place. Chapter 2 The little boy ghost told me his name was Eddie Lang. He'd died not too long ago, and since no family had come to claim him, his soul had stayed at the hospital. We ran into quite a few people who had already passed on in different corners of the hospital. They all seemed to have forgotten they were dead and rushed around like they used to when they were alive. Some ghosts crouched, smoking with gloomy looks on their faces. Some stood among the crowd, staring blankly at everything around them. I even spotted the ghost of a security guard. He stood ramrod straight in the lobby, taking his job seriously. He greeted every person who passed by, saluting them one by one. But no one could see him, so of course no one responded. My chest suddenly tightened. I didn't know why, but out of nowhere, I thought of my relationship with Anthony over the years. He'd always treated me like this, too—like I wasn't even there. From the time he dumped the dinner I'd spent two hours cooking straight into the trash, to all the times I literally used my own blood to keep his precious true love alive… All these years, no matter how much I did, he never once really saw me. Unlike these ghosts, he watched my sincerity and devotion to him get trampled right in front of his eyes. While I was lost in thought, a man suddenly walked straight through the security guard's body. I froze when I saw that familiar figure. It was my husband, Anthony. He was tall and lean, with striking features. He wore handmade leather shoes and a perfectly tailored suit, his whole vibe cold and unapproachable. Even in the middle of the crowd, he looked sharp and dazzling. However, he had a dark look on his face, clearly displeased. Eddie and I followed Anthony. He was making a call, and I saw my own number on the screen. Was he trying to call me? Because the nurse had ultimately failed to reach him, my phone had already been taken to the storage room. By now, the battery was probably dead. Sure enough, the call didn't go through. The look on Anthony's face turned uglier as he fired off a text. "Willow Shore, you have three minutes. Get to the hospital right now. If you're not here by then, be prepared to face the consequences!" Next to me, Eddie clasped his hands to his chest, looking starry-eyed. "Whoa, he's a total domineering CEO. He's so cool." I let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah." To me, Anthony had always been cool. His gentle side was reserved entirely for Maisie. Eddie and I watched as Anthony walked into the room next door. It was the most luxurious private suite in the entire hospital. Maisie lay on the bed inside, thin and frail, her face pale. She had that delicate, fragile look that made people instinctively want to protect her. "Tony, you're back. Did you manage to get in touch with Willow?" "Her phone's off," Anthony replied, clenching his jaw. Maisie's face turned even paler. "Don't be mad at her. I know she's always hated me all these years. She thinks I stole you from her. But how can I control who I fall in love with? I'm sorry about this, but I genuinely love you. I just… I couldn't watch you be with her. "Can you promise me something? Will you divorce her before I die? Back then, I was forced to stay abroad and couldn't come back. Ever since then, I've been terrified of being alone…" Her voice broke. Anthony pulled her into his arms, stopping her from saying anything else. His voice was gentle and soothing as he said, "You're going to be fine. Other hospitals have blood banks, too. I've already sent people to get more of your blood type. "And don't worry about Willow. Even if I have to turn this city upside down, I'll drag her out from wherever she's hiding." The moment he mentioned me, his expression frosted over again. That was how he had always been with me—aloof, cold, and contemptuous. Chapter 3 Eddie was moved to tears. "They've got such an amazing relationship." I smiled. "Uh-huh. I'd agree with you if that man weren't my husband." His brain short-circuited, even forgetting to cry. "S-Sorry," he said in a small voice, seemingly scrambling to figure out how to comfort me. "It's fine. I accepted this long ago." Anthony's coldness, cruelty, and torment of me over the years couldn't be summed up in a few words. I'd already stopped caring. But for some reason, something in me still shifted. It felt like there was a nameless fire lodged in my chest, and it was burning hotter and hotter. Bang! The ceiling light suddenly exploded. Maisie shrieked and threw herself straight into Anthony's arms. I was left stunned. Next to me, Eddie gave me a thumbs-up. "Nice one. Scare the living daylights out of them." I had no idea what had just happened, so I tried it again. But this time, nothing in the room changed. "I'll go get someone to fix this," Anthony said as he stood up, gently nudging Maisie away. She immediately wrapped her arms around him again. "Tony, don't go anywhere. I'm scared of the dark." Anthony froze, his whole body going rigid for a good 30 seconds before he finally seemed to snap out of it. He ruffled her hair with obvious affection. "Okay. I won't go anywhere. I'll just get someone to clean up this broken glass first." Only then did he leave the room. A dull ache spread through my heart. I was scared of the dark, too. When a burglar broke into the villa one night, I curled up under the bed in the darkness, too afraid to turn on the lights. I kept calling and texting Anthony, begging him to come home, but his response had been ice-cold. "Can you stop being so dramatic, Willow?" he'd snarled. I had no idea how I even got through that night. All I knew was that after that, I never once mentioned that I was scared in front of Anthony again. Once Anthony was gone, Maisie was left alone in the hospital room. She sat up, watching his back as he walked away. The corners of her lips curled into a smug smile. There wasn't a trace of weakness left on her face. "It's okay, Tony. I'm not in a rush. You'll be mine sooner or later," she whispered. Eddie's eyes went wide, clearly scared by her two-faced act. I was used to it, though. I knew Maisie wasn't actually sick. She just wanted an excuse for Anthony to torment me. Seeing me in agony and as good as dead made her happy. I'd told Anthony about her secret after figuring it out, but he hadn't believed me. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that he wanted to torture me, too. Anthony's parents knew that he couldn't let go of Maisie. To force him to marry me, they'd had her shipped off overseas. Because of that, to Anthony, I was the one who'd ruined Maisie's life. So whenever she felt the slightest bit "unwell", he would take it out on me and make sure I was miserable. After his parents died, I tried to get a divorce, but he refused. He'd shoved the marriage contract in my face and demanded I pay a 20-million-dollar penalty for breaching it. Thankfully, I'd died. I had nothing to worry about anymore. The one who needed to worry… was Maisie. I looked at the smug, gloating look on her face, a chill flashing through my eyes. … The Flint family owned a share of the hospital. All it took was a single phone call from Anthony to have Maisie moved into a much more luxurious VIP suite. The Flints had money and influence. It didn't take long for them to find someone whose blood matched Maisie's and get her transfusion sorted. The two of them sat together, the atmosphere warm and cozy. But Anthony still hadn't found me. Logically speaking, with the kind of power he had, tracking down a dead woman should've been effortless. Yet up until now, he hadn't found me. Clearly, he didn't want to waste any real effort on me. He just wanted to force me to show up on my own so he could prove he still had complete control over me. Chapter 4 The fact that I hadn't contacted Anthony at all only made him more irritable. And when he realized I still hadn't come home, he sent me a voice message, his tone full of barely contained rage. "Willow, I'm warning you—if you don't come back right now, don't even think about taking one step out of your room for the rest of your life!" For the rest of my life… I laughed. It was apparent that it never even crossed his mind that the rest of my life was over. He probably also never imagined that while he and Maisie were wrapped up in their sweet little romance these past few days, I was right there, practically within arm's reach. My soul and my corpse had been lying not far from him this whole time, sinking into despair, slowly rotting away. Over time, with Eddie's help, I gradually learned how to enter other people's dreams—they sat closest to the realm of death. So one night, after Maisie fell asleep, I dragged an indignant Eddie with me and slipped straight into her dream without a second thought. Eddie was angrier than I was after hearing my story, and he swore up and down that he would help me get revenge. Maisie's dream was pitch-black. Dreams reflected the heart, so her inner world was just as dark and suffocating. When we arrived, she was in the middle of getting cozy with Anthony. His gaze was deep and tender, and he was sprawled lazily on the couch. His face, usually so cold and distant, was now softened with warmth. When I appeared, he lifted his gaze slightly, the corner of his lips curling into a gentle smile. I froze for a moment, then quickly realized this Anthony wasn't real. When it came to me, he was never anything but indifferent. The only smiles he showed me were mocking and laced with contempt. Sure enough, thunder cracked overhead a moment later. Anthony dissolved into smoke and vanished. Maisie finally noticed us; her eyes went wide, and her expression turned blank with shock. "Vengeful, I'll get revenge for you." Eddie shot me a wicked grin, then grabbed his neck and put on a gruesome show of ripping his head off. Blood poured from all his orifices, and his tongue split in half. His head was removed clean off his neck… Maisie was so frightened that she immediately started screaming for help, trying her best to scramble away from us. The color drained from her face, leaving her lips bloodless and making her look even paler than me, who'd been dead for days. I couldn't just stand there anymore. How could I not be moved when Eddie was going all out to get revenge for me? I immediately stuck out my tongue and zoomed right toward Maisie, twisting my head 360 degrees like they did in horror movies. Maisie was about to scream some more when she saw my face and froze. "Willow Shore! You're dead! Are you really dead?" The terror faded from her face. It was replaced by a vague sense of smugness and satisfaction. I was taken aback. Before I could figure out what her reaction meant, a strong force suddenly shoved me away. Eddie and I fell out of the dream, only to realize that Anthony had noticed something was off with Maisie and woken her up. His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at her. "Did you have a nightmare?" His voice was low and soft, and he reached out to wipe the sweat from her brow, his movements tender and thoughtful. I stiffened when I saw the worry in his gaze. Even if I was nothing but a soul now, my heart still twisted bitterly. In the past, no matter what I'd been through, Anthony had never once comforted me like that. All he'd given me was impatient mockery of what a drama queen I was. I knew he had to run Flint Group and was busy with work. That was why, even when he didn't care that I'd been bullied and insulted and when he'd caused me to miscarry in the later stages of my pregnancy due to his neglect, I told myself that was just what he was like to everyone. Chapter 5 It was only now that I realized Anthony could actually be this gentle, this attentive, and this meticulous with a woman. My heart squeezed so tightly that it went numb. Maisie threw herself into Anthony's arms, clinging to him as she cried her heart out. "Tony, I dreamed that something happened to me and that you fell for Willow all over again. You hated me and didn't want me anymore. Please don't leave me behind for Willow again, okay?" Her eyes were filled with pleading as she looked up at him. She'd brought me up on purpose and was obviously up to no good. But for some reason, Anthony didn't immediately deny what she said this time. His expression just turned uglier, and his eyes filled with frost. Suddenly, I remembered something. He wasn't scary when he yelled. It was when he was calm and radiated that quiet, suffocating anger that he was truly terrifying. That was what he'd been like on our wedding day. During the ceremony, he hadn't reacted at all when his parents had chased Maisie abroad. I thought he'd finally let her go, but that night, right before my very eyes, he'd strangled the dog that had been with me for years. I'd screamed at the top of my lungs but could only watch helplessly as my dog stopped struggling and went limp before me. "Do you now know what it feels like to lose the thing you love most?" Anthony's voice was hoarse when he asked me that, like some judge from hell. Even now, just remembering it sent a chill through me. My blood turned to ice. That demon from my past slowly overlapped with the Anthony before me now. I started to wonder if I'd pushed him past his limit again. How was he going to punish me this time? Was he going to wrap his hands around my throat the way he'd done with my dog? Would he use me to prove to Maisie that he'd never loved me? Or would it be like before—would he draw my blood to weaken me first before pressing my face to the floor and making me grovel at her feet? Would he tell me that was the price I had to pay for not behaving? I laughed bitterly. The old darkness crept back over everything, only this time… I felt thrilled. It was like standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, watching a hurricane roar in and thunder splitting the sky, while knowing I was safe inside a glasshouse and smirking at the storm's helpless rage. If I had the chance, I would love to walk right into Anthony's dreams and taunt him. I wanted to show him that I was already dead. What could he possibly do to me now? I couldn't help laughing at the thought. But the more I laughed, the faster the tears streamed down my face. … I didn't get to do any taunting. For the next two days, Anthony was busy with god-knows-what. He barely spent any time at the hospital with Maisie. Unfortunately for me, my soul was trapped in the hospital, so I couldn't follow him. But from what I could tell, something was probably wrong with the company. Whenever he did come back to the hospital, he looked like a wreck. And it seemed I really had pushed him too far. He actually started investigating my whereabouts. It sounded like he'd had people comb through every place I might have gone and reach out to all my so-called friends. Still, there was no trace of me. It was almost funny, honestly. Ever since Anthony had locked me up and taken over every part of my life, what friends did I even have left? Everyone knew he couldn't stand me. Those "friends" were terrified of offending him, so they'd cut ties with me long ago. I sat on the windowsill, happily watching his irritation grow. "Tony, you don't think Willow ran away, do you? She's always been so resistant to…" Maisie trailed off on purpose. Chapter 6 Anthony's voice was low and icy. "I had people look into it. There's no record of Willow leaving the country." "She should know you well enough to know how to avoid you." As soon as she said it, Maisie pretended she'd misspoken and hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth. Still, her words made Anthony's expression darken further. He narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to leave, but she hurriedly threw her arms around him to stop him. "Tony, stop bothering about her," she said weakly. "She's just an orphan. Your family saved her, took her in, and you've always protected her. "You even married her and gave her a life where she never has to worry about anything. She should be grateful, yet she just keeps dodging and making excuses now that you need her to give just a little bit back. "She's too selfish, Tony. She's unworthy of you. You deserve someone more considerate, someone who truly loves you and can share your burden…" Her tone grew increasingly suggestive, her gaze drifting as she boldly leaned in, clearly about to cross a line. The sight made my stomach turn. I wanted to look away, but the next second, Anthony suddenly pushed her away. Maisie froze. I was also stunned. "I'm sorry. I signed an agreement with Willow," Anthony said flatly. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. Honestly, I'd almost forgotten what he was even talking about. When Maisie had first returned to the country, she'd wanted to test Anthony's limits. So, she'd faked medical records and claimed she had leukemia, saying that she needed a bone marrow transplant. I was six months pregnant when Anthony had me forcibly dragged to the hospital. He made me terminate the pregnancy; our first child was killed before we even got to meet them. Because of that, I finally understood that retaliation was useless. So, I started trying to die. I starved myself, slit my wrists, and tried every way I could think of to end my life. None of them worked because Anthony wouldn't let me die. He wanted to keep me alive to be Maisie's lifeline. After my repeated suicide attempts, he finally started treating me more gently, wanting to calm me down and keep me alive. He even did the unthinkable and compromised, sitting down with me to set ground rules. Our final rule was that he would never be with Maisie, and I was forbidden from committing suicide. I knew this so-called agreement would never hold him, but I had to admit that his brief tenderness at the time had messed with my head. And after torturing myself to the edge of death over and over, I was exhausted. I wanted to live, just a little. Sure enough, it didn't take long for Anthony to break the rules. He continued locking me up, tormenting me, and forcing me to give blood. He violated every rule but the last. I had a feeling he would soon cross that one, too. So, hearing him now bring up our agreement felt like a cruel joke. Hearing that, Maisie was so frantic that she was almost driven to tears. "Tony…" Before she could get any further, Anthony's phone rang. He answered the call. "Mr. Flint, we've located Willow…" Anthony didn't seem to hear the hesitation in the caller's voice. He let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "So she finally decided to show herself." Maybe I was imagining it, but he sounded almost relieved when he said that. His tone made it clear there was no room for argument when he ordered, "Bring her here." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, the reply came. "Mr. Flint, Willow was in a car accident five days ago. She died at the scene. Her body is in the morgue, basement level one, of the hospital you're in right now."