After Robbing My Immortality, My Boyfriend Crumbled in Regret

I'm an immortal—blessed with a fate that attracts endless wealth.

Every time someone tried to kill me for money, I ended up inheriting a massive fortune—it was as if the universe compensated me with riches.

Over the years, I've amassed billions.

But I'm tired.

I've been murdered in countless ways, over and over again. Now, even the thought of living exhausts me.

To me, money was just a string of cold, meaningless numbers.

The only way to break this curse of immortality... was to find someone who truly loves me—not my money.

Through lifetimes of searching, I finally found him.

He didn’t care about my wealth. But he didn’t love me either.

Instead, he took a scalpel—and carved through my flesh.

——

I lay on the cold operating table, staring at the surgical lights above.

Reflected in their glow was the horrifying image of my abdomen, sliced open and blood-soaked.

Another new way to die.

But this time, the pain was unbearable. Agonizing, soul-searing pain. So intense I couldn’t even scream.

I bit down hard, trying to force out a sound.

“Santiago... Is it money you want? You know I have more than enough. Just name your price—I’ll give you anything.”

He shook his head and gently brushed a trembling hand through my hair.

He kissed my forehead, and tears rained down onto my cheeks—yet not a trace of warmth could be felt.

“I don’t want your money,” he said hoarsely. “I love you. Your money is just a bonus. It’s you I care about.”

I laughed—bitterly.

My limbs trembled violently from the pain.

He hadn't used a drop of anesthesia. He said he was going to remove my organs, and drain every last drop of my blood.

And this was what he called love?

I couldn’t understand it anymore.

If he wants me dead, why not give me a quick death?

"Santiago," I choked out, "How much do you want? Or tell me—what is it that you really want? I’ll give it to you. Just make it quick. Don’t hide behind the excuse of ‘love’ while torturing me."

But Santiago refused to budge, still murmuring how much he loved me.

Loved me?

I didn’t even know what part of me he claimed to love.

Then, five minutes later, the door opened, and they wheeled in someone else.

It was a young beautiful woman. Her skin was pale and flawless, like porcelain. But she was unconscious.

They placed her on the table right beside mine.

I watched in horror as my freshly drawn blood was pumped into her body. Then a group of reticent doctors came in.

Without wasting another second, they cut her open as well, beginning the surgery.

She seemed gravely ill.

One by one, they removed several failing organs from her body.

And then they turned to me.

Piece by piece, they harvested the exact organs she needed—straight from my body.

That was when I finally understood Santiago’s true purpose.

I froze, and a single tear escaped the corner of my eye.

“Who is she?” I choked out a question.

Santiago didn’t answer. He just looked at her with a tenderness I had never seen in his eyes.

“Santiago! Answer me!”

Snapping back to the present, he...