To save Everly Mason's daughter, Harper Mason, Aiden Stone drained blood from Anya Shaw's daughter, Isla Stone, three separate times. Three days after Isla bled to death, Anya hired people to kidnap Aiden and his precious first love, Everly. She pressed a knife against Aiden's throat, her eyes burning with pure hatred. "Aiden, one of you dies tonight. You pick. You, or her." Aiden stared at her in shock. His sharp, handsome face was filled with disbelief. "Anya, have you lost your mind?" "My heart hurts over Isla too. But Harper just got out of heart surgery. Everly and I need to get back and give her medication. Let us go." The moment Anya heard Isla's name, her eyes turned bloodshot. Her hand trembled so badly that she didn't even notice the blade slicing into Aiden's neck. "You don't deserve to say her name!" Anya screamed. "Isla was perfectly healthy, but you drained her blood again and again just to save Everly's daughter. You killed her! She wasn't even three years old yet! You say you were hurting too? The day our daughter died, you threw a damn drone light show across the city to celebrate Harper surviving surgery! What kind of father does that?" Pain and fury twisted across Anya's face. She looked completely unhinged. "If you can't choose, then both of you can die and be buried with my daughter. Don't worry, I'm not planning to live either. Two lives for two lives, sounds fair to me." Then she drove the knife straight into Aiden's chest. Warm blood splattered across Everly's face. The shock woke her instantly. "AHHH! Somebody help! She's trying to kill us!" The scream echoed through the warehouse like thunder. The people searching for Aiden immediately found the location. They burst through the doors, wrestled the knife away from Anya, and rescued Aiden and Everly. By the time Aiden finally made it out of critical condition, seven days had passed. The first thing he did after waking up was go to the psychiatric hospital and personally get Anya released. The moment he saw her, guilt flashed across his face. "Anya, Everly didn't mean to scream and alert my family. She was just scared... Are you hurt?" Anya slowly touched the bruises and burns covering her body. There were marks from electric shocks, beatings, and whip lashes layered over her skin. A cold smile tugged at her lips. "Aiden, the only thing I regret is not killing you." Aiden staggered back as if the words physically hurt him. "Anya, I know you hate me. I know you blame me. But Isla is gone now. We have to move forward. We can still have more children..." His casual tone made her whole body shake with rage. She shoved him like crazy. "Get out! I never want to see you again!" Aiden fell hard onto the floor. Blood slowly spread across his white dress shirt. He frowned in pain. "Okay. Okay, Anya, don't get upset. I'm leaving."