The Spare Part Bride
Language: en
On New Year's Eve, the Billionaire Heir picked me up, dying, and brought me home. He stroked my smooth, jade-like back, his eyes gentle as if looking at a rare treasure: "From now on, your name is Vivia, meaning full of life." "This is a lucky name, you must pray for me well." "In exchange, for every wish you make, you must sacrifice one thing." I nodded blushing, thinking I met salvation. At that time, I didn't understand that my name meant exchanging my life, bit by bit, for the woman lying in the ICU. At eighteen, I wished to wear a backless dress. He peeled the skin off my back…