Enough Is Enough
Your account has been credited with $3,000,000.
She stared at the message, her stomach twisting. The money wasn’t a gift. It never was. She knew exactly what it was for. Another extraction. Another trip to the hospital. Another reminder of the life she was tethered to.
Her phone rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. The caller ID flashed the name she dreaded seeing: Demitri.
Ashley sighed, contemplating ignoring it, but the phone kept buzzing persistently. Finally, she answered, her tone cold. “What is it, Demitri?”
“I assume you’ve seen the deposit,” he said, his voice curt and businesslike, as always.
“Oh, I saw it,” she replied, leaning back in her chair. “And?”
“And?” he echoed, irritation creeping into his tone. “Ashley, you know what this is for. I’ve already scheduled the appointment. Be at the hospital in an hour.”
“No.”
There was a pause, heavy and charged. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” Ashley said, her voice steady. “I’m not coming.”
“Ashley,” Demitri’s voice sharpened, tinged with disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is important. Elena—”
“Don’t you dare say her name to me,” Ashley snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve endured this for four years, Demitri. Four years of being treated like a machine. I’m done.”
“You signed a contract,” he hissed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to just decide—”
“Watch me,” she shot back, a smirk forming on her lips.


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