The Sauns were filthy rich. They lived in this massive, isolated villa with sprawling gardens that felt more like a fortress.
My family? Dirt poor. My parents died when I was three, so my grandfather raised me.
By some twist of fate—or maybe just bad luck—he worked as the Saun family's gardener.

Mrs. Saun hated having me around. She thought I was a nuisance and decided my grandfather needed to go.
He dropped to his knees, begging her not to fire him. He promised we wouldn't cause any trouble, that we just needed a roof over our heads.
I didn't get it at the time, but something about little Spencer's frail, pale face caught her attention.
My grandfather got to keep his job. And somehow, Mrs. Saun even found us a place to stay.
However, there were rules. Strict ones. I wasn't allowed to wander anywhere outside the servants' quarters.
At night, the old butler's strange touches began.

I didn't fully understand, but I knew it was wrong. His cold, damp fingers and creepy stare made my skin crawl. Still, I stayed quiet—I couldn't risk causing trouble for my grandfather.
Mrs. Saun hated the idea of having a daughter. That's why Spencer was her ultimate pride and joy.
When I was little, I was cute. My grandfather made sure I stayed clean and well-behaved, and every now and then, Mrs. Saun would notice.
On rare days when she was feeling generous, she'd dress me up—ribbons, fancy headbands, doll-like dresses.

I hated it.
The more "pretty" I looked, the bolder the butler became at night.
It was unbearable. His sour breath and rough hands became the nightmare I couldn't escape.
So one day, I snuck back into my plain, old clothes.
When Mrs. Saun found out, she lost it.
She screamed that I was ungrateful and beat me so badly I couldn't leave my bed for three days.
After that, she made it clear how much I didn't belong. She ordered the staff to serve me the same meals as Spencer—but mine came from his leftovers.
Even so, I ate every bite like it was a feast. It was still miles better than the scraps my grandfather got for his hard work.
Sometimes, there'd be little treasures in the mix, like ribs with actual meat still on them. I couldn't bring myself to eat those. I'd sneak them to my grandfather instead.
He'd tear up every time, telling me to eat it myself. We'd end up passing the food back and forth until one day, it slipped from my hand and hit the floor.
Spencer's dog didn't hesitate—it snatched the rib and ran off.
What a waste.
Eventually, under the butler's suggestion, Mrs. Saun gave me my own room. It was bigger, nicer, and completely separate from the cramped servant quarters I used to share with my grandfather.
But it made everything worse—because of the butler.
I wanted to go back—to be with my grandfather, where I felt safe.
When I hit school age, Mrs. Saun enrolled me in the same elite private school as Spencer.
I was blown away by the chance, but the butler made it clear—it wasn't for me. It was so I'd stay close, ready to serve Spencer whenever he needed.
Along with school, I had piano and dance lessons, like I was her own kid or something. Mrs. Saun loved showing me off to her friends, like my success was all thanks to her kindness.
She turned me into this polished city girl.
Back then, Spencer was kind. One day, he even said he'd marry me when we were older.
But everything shifted when the Wore family moved into the empty villa next door. That's how Fiona entered our lives.
At first, the three of us were inseparable. But it didn't take long to notice how Fiona looked at me—like I was nothing.
When Spencer wasn't around, she'd call me a lowly servant and remind me exactly where I belonged. But as soon as he joined us, she'd flash that fake sweet smile, pretending to be kind.
The years went by, and we all grew up together.
I clung to my life at the Saun estate, terrified of losing Spencer. Even something as simple as a cheap 50-cent head tie felt like it tied me to him.
Fiona's fancy clothes and designer bags didn't make me jealous. I thought if I had Spencer, I had everything I'd ever need.
Then tragedy hit.
Grandpa got sick.
Just like he once knelt before Mrs. Saun to beg for me, I found myself on my knees, pleading with her for a loan to save him.
I promised to drop out of school and work to pay her back, but Grandpa couldn't wait.
Mrs. Saun let me suffer for a week before finally agreeing to meet.
"One kidney," she said, cold and detached. "In exchange for your grandfather's medical expenses."
That's when the truth came out—Spencer had been frail since he was a kid, and they'd only kept me around for this moment.
I didn't even hesitate.
Mrs. Saun didn't have to threaten me. I would've done it anyway.
Because I loved Spencer.
I ran to the hospital the second I scraped together enough cash, but I was too late. My grandpa was already gone—the surgery didn't happen in time.
Right after the funeral, I begged Mrs. Saun for a little time to grieve, but she shot me down. Instead, they dragged me straight to the operating table.
When the surgery was over, they stashed me in some sketchy countryside clinic.
The Sauns and the Wores worked together to spin a perfect lie: Fiona was the "hero" who gave up her kidney to save Spencer.
Mrs. Saun had noticed the growing bond between Spencer and me.
She had already decided I wasn't good enough for her precious son, and Fiona? She was her dream daughter-in-law.
To pull it off, she had to destroy the way Spencer saw me.
Fiona's condition—a congenital single kidney—was the perfect excuse. With Doctor Bever pulling the strings, the cover-up was airtight.
And with all the medical procedures handled by Doctor Bever, the lie was flawless.
Mrs. Saun planned to ditch me entirely, but the Wores convinced her to keep me around. Just in case I was useful later. Gotta think ahead when it's your daughter's future, right?
Spencer survived because of me. My kidney saved his life.