The Midas Touch Betrayal

My Midas Touch wasn't just a gift; it was my life's foundation, turning my husband, Ethan, into Bishop Consolidated's CEO in three short years.

We had it all: a grand estate, a perfect marriage, and a secret I cherished-the tiny life growing within me, our future.

Then I heard them.

Ethan's urgent voice, Dr. Finch's chilling reply.

They planned to transfer my unique gift to Seraphina Vance, Ethan' s old flame.

The condition?

"No living descendants for the Midas Touch to anchor." My unborn child.

Ethan was trading our baby for ambition.

He held my mother hostage, forcing me into agonizing "donations" that drained not just my power, but my emotions, leaving me a blank slate.

Seraphina, vibrant with stolen energy, gloated.

On the third day, the final injection came, a clear liquid from Ethan himself. A tearing pain. My baby was gone.

How could the man I loved, the father of my child, orchestrate such cold, calculated cruelty? The betrayal was absolute, the grief a silent scream trapped within a body now devoid of feeling.

But as darkness consumed me amidst the flames engulfing my wing, one flicker remained: the will to survive, to ensure they reaped what they sowed.

I made one call. It was time for a different kind of gold.