(First Person — Eline)
I agreed to steal the Black Diamond because I thought I would leave.
That was the deal.
In. Out. Alive.
The man who offered it spoke like someone used to secrets. He told me the house belonged to five reclusive billionaires. Powerful. Untouchable. He said the security was strange but manageable, that I had something in my blood that made me… compatible with certain systems.
I didn't ask him what that meant.
When your heart is already failing you, fear becomes negotiable.
The house didn't feel dangerous when I entered it. It felt expensive. Quiet. Controlled. The kind of place where nothing ever happened unless it was allowed to. The five men who owned it moved through the halls like they had always been there—calm, beautiful in a way that felt deliberate, their attention sharp enough to make my skin prickle.
I thought they didn't notice me.
I was wrong.
The Black Diamond was real. Hidden behind protections that should have rejected me. When I touched it, the room didn't react. No alarms. No resistance. For a moment, I believed I had won.
They were waiting.
Not furious. Not rushed. Almost… satisfied.
One of them took the diamond from my hands gently, as if it were fragile. Another looked at me like he was seeing something long-lost returned to its place.
That was when they told me the truth.
They weren't human.
And there were no women left like them in the world.
They explained it calmly, as if discussing an unfortunate historical fact. Their kind had survived by sacrifice—wives, mothers, lovers who had given their bodies to sustain them. Over time, there had been none left. No one capable of carrying a future for them.
Until me.
My blood wasn't just compatible with their defenses.
My body wasn't just resilient.
It could create what they had lost.
That was why they didn't kill me.
That was why they fed me, monitored my health, moved me into rooms meant for preservation rather than comfort. Why doctors appeared without questions. Why my failing heart was suddenly no longer allowed to fail.
"You have to survive," one of them told me, not unkindly.
"For us."
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I knew i was about be melted into potion just like their others wives and worst of all that they knew my darkest and most hidden secret .
They didn't threaten me. They didn't lie.
They said I would be kept safe. Comfortable. Allowed to enjoy the life I had never been able to afford before. They said I would be protected as long as I was useful.
And when I asked what would happen after—
They smiled.
That part, they said, didn't need to worry me yet.
I had come here believing I was stealing something precious.
I didn't understand until it was too late that the Black Diamond had only been bait.
I wasn't a thief who failed.
I was a resource they intended to keep alive—
right up until the moment they no longer needed me.