Chapter 1 Operation Save Fiancée

Daisy Knight walked towards the hotel room, clutching the key card in her hands, in the 5-star hotel corridor. Every step she took towards the door, she kept thinking about her fiancé, Dylan Noble, who lay in bed, sick from a blood allergy that needed blood to save him. He had Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia (AIHA).

Daisy would do anything to save her fiancé from death. Dylan had been a saving grace in her life, and she didn't know what she would do without him. She remembered what the doctor said about Dylan. Dylan had just been through an accident, and he needed blood, and not just any kind of blood, a special kind of blood because of his blood allergy. He had Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia (AIHA) so, his body's immune system mistakenly attacks its own red blood cells, leading to their destruction. This type of immune dysfunction makes finding compatible blood require very specific matching.

Hence, his body had refused all the blood that the doctors had tried to help him with. Not even the people in the same group of blood could help him.

The doctor told them that they would need blood from a direct descendant of Dylan or someone who had the same medical condition as Dylan. They would have preferred if Dylan had had a child, that could have helped him with a little blood to save his life. But Dylan and Daisy had not had sexual intercourse yet. They had been waiting to get married to know each other physically. Dylan's father was dead, and so a child would have helped to save him, but none of those things were available for them.

Daisy did not give up. She kept persisting to the doctors in and outside the country, trying to look for outside sources, until one day, the chief medical doctor revealed patient personal information. The doctor felt sorry for her and revealed a secret. The doctor told her that there was one other person who had the same kind of disease as her fiancé, Dylan, had. That person's blood could help save Dylan's life because they were closer and more related in everything, from the records that were found in the system. That person also had the same disease, and this disease affected them greatly. Hence, these people had a hard time seeing blood. They can't see even a drop of blood. When they see blood, it causes them to shut down, and they are afraid it could lead to serious damage. Hence, why they couldn't ask this person to help Dylan with his blood.

The doctor also told her that this person was not just a normal citizen. He was a rich billionaire who was arrogant and very cruel, not to mention selfish. Someone who thought a lot of people were beneath him and that he was above everything. When they had tried reaching out to him about Dylan's condition, his secretary had hung up the phone on them and did not want to spend a single time listening to them. He was the devil incarnate.

But this was a new hope in Daisy's ears. She was determined to save Dylan, and she would do anything for him. Hence, she started thinking of ways to get this person's blood. She asked for the doctor to give her this person's name and asked what would be needed in order to save her fiancee.

The doctor assured her that even a newborn baby's blood from the belly button when he is born can save Dylan's life. And hence, that is when Daisy came up with the plan to save Dylan's life by doing what she was about to do today. She was going to sacrifice her virginity and her self-worth for Dylan's life.

As she reached the doors, she hesitated and took a deep breath. The person on the other side of the door, Kingsley Blackwood, was not a good man He was a cold, calculating and an arrogant, selfish person. She did not want to do this, but he was the only one in the world right now who could give Dylan back to her. However, Daisy Knight came from the Knight family, a family with a long history of resilience and strength. She squared her shoulders, drew upon her family's legacy and Dylan's helpless face on the hospital bed, and pushed open the door to face the devil himself.

Daisy began her plan by researching Kingsley Blackwood. She began finding out where he liked hanging out, his office, and his home. She found an entry into his life through a 5-star expensive restaurant in the country that he frequented on weekends. Leveraging her connections, she secured a job there and started working, meticulously investigating him and devising a strategy to get close to him.

As she delved deeper into her investigation, Daisy learned from those who knew him that Kingsley was cruel, harsh, brutal, arrogant, and fearless towards anybody, and no one dared to cross him for fear of repercussions. Some even speculated that he had connections with the mafia, as his enemies seemed to vanish without a trace. This revelation scared her, but it only fueled her determination to save Dylan's life.

Despite the risks, Daisy was determined in her mission. She knew that Kingsley would never willingly save Dylan's life, so she assured herself that this was the only way forward. With a carefully crafted plan in place, Daisy prepared to infiltrate the enemy's territory.

Tonight was the night she was going to do it. Daisy had ensured that Kingsley Blackwood would be at the hotel. While he was at the bar enjoying drinks with his acquittance, she discreetly added something to his drink. The man was so arrogant, that he never raised his eyes to look at the person saving him. But that worked perfectly for her.

Daisy knew that the aphrodisiac she had put in Kingsley Blackwood's drink would have taken effect by now. She opened the door using the key card she had and let herself inside the hotel room. Standing by the door, she listened intently to the sounds emanating from the bedroom before making her way toward it.

The lights in the hotel's sitting room were on, but as she went into the bedroom and quietly opened the door, she realized that the lights in the bedroom were turned off. As she entered, lights were coming from the bedside table, the only source of illumination in the room. A man was sitting on the bed, on the edge of the bed, hunched over and looking uncomfortable.

"What the fuck do you want?" the man shouted at her. Undeterred, Daisy, though startled, kept walking towards him. As she got closer, she saw that he appeared flushed, with dilated pupils, an increased heart rate, and a visible hard-on.

As she got closer to him, she took the time to study him. She was amazed at how handsome he looked. He was so handsome, it was cute, how he had these pumped, plump lips, raised eyebrows, natural raised eyebrows, almond eyes, a sharp nose, and a defined face. He was just too handsome, which was a great contrast to the angry eyes he pointed towards her.

"I asked you, what the fuck do you want?" he shouted at her. She swallowed saliva and gathered all her strength.

"I am here to help you," she said.

She opened the buttons on her blouse and let it fall behind her on the ground. His gaze was as fierce as a sword, making Daisy feel guilty enough that she dared not look directly at him.jbj He looked at Daisy, who stood, the threat in his nature remained strong. Daisy gave a perfect smile.

Kingsley took her finger, and his face was cold. "I don't need it." But the drug grew stronger, spreading throughout his body.

He found it difficult to ignore the strange sensations inside. "You really don't need it?" Daisy saw the changes in Kingsley's eyes, darker color, more desire.

Kingsley asked her, "What do you think you're doing? Please put your shirt on and get out." Daisy was determined. She went towards him and started caressing his hair. Kingsley swatted away her hand.

"What do you have to lose? It's just a night of pleasure."

"I told you, I don't need it and I don't want you here. Leave." Daisy ignored his order to leave. She bent and straightened, playing with her alluring and rising gold necklace with her slender fingers, and said softly. "Don't worry, I'm clean."

She put her hand on his shoulders and sat on his lap as she tenderly kissed his ear. "I promise," she said softly, "it's going to be a night to remember."

Kingsley was already at the edge as the aphrodisiac had worked its magic on him. He held onto her a little too tightly as Daisy yelped and caught the sound inside her mouth with his tongue. And just as Kingsley was about to touch her, he pushed her away from him as she fell on the floor. What was hurt was her pride, but she also hurt herself. She shouted,

"What is wrong with you?" As she asked that, she saw Kingsley's face change to anger, "Get out!" He seethed, and she realized that that was not the face she wanted him to have tonight. So she knew she had to change her reaction towards him.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said as she stood up slowly, ignoring the pain and removed the rest of her clothes, left in her bra and panties.