I Just Wanted to Live A Forgotten Daughter's Revenge — Novel

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In a world where love runs deep but favoritism runs deeper, Lillian Dickerson struggles under the weight of a family that has always placed her sister Laurel on a pedestal. After a shocking leukemia diagnosis, Lillian is thrust into a web of deception and desperation, forced to manipulate the dynamics of her family for the first time. What happens when the sister they adore becomes the center of their universe, and Lillian's own suffering is drowned out by their frantic attempts to save Laurel?

As Lillian witnesses her parents' frantic search for a bone marrow match, she grapples with the bitter truth of her place in the family. Is it too late to reveal her own hidden illness, or will she remain the forgotten daughter in a family that only sees her as a burden? With stakes rising and relationships hanging by a thread, can Lillian find a way to reclaim her own voice amid the chaos?

In a tale of betrayal, love, and the quest for identity, Lillian must navigate the treacherous waters of familial loyalty and personal sacrifice. Will she find the courage to stand up for herself, or will the weight of their expectations drown her once and for all?

I Just Wanted to Live A Forgotten Daughter's RevengeChapter 1

I was diagnosed with leukemia. I needed a bone marrow transplant.

I knew my parents would never agree to have anyone in the family get tested for me, so I lied. I told them the one who was sick was my sister.

They immediately dragged the whole family to get HLA typing done for her. And as it happened, I was a match.

My parents coaxed me. Donating bone marrow is just like giving blood, they said. It won't affect your life at all.

When coaxing didn't work, they called in reporters to pressure me. They knelt in front of me, begging me to save my sister.

With cameras and microphones shoved in my face, I smiled and pulled out my test results.

"Mom, the one who's actually sick... is me."

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I had leukemia.

The doctor said I needed a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible.

Clutching the lab report, I paced back and forth outside the front door.

I couldn't bring myself to imagine how my parents would react if they found out I had this disease.

Would they leave me to fend for myself?

Or plead poverty and say the family had no money?

I stood at the door for an hour before I finally turned the handle and walked in.