Harmony sat still long after the call ended. Sonia’s words echoed like thunder in her ears: "Ramiel Grayson is sick. Kidney failure. They’re searching for a donor."
Everything inside her stilled. The floor beneath her felt distant. Her heart beat like a war drum, not with fear, but with clarity.
She looked over at Aria Rose, napping peacefully on a blanket strewn with tiny wooden toys. The little one stirred and stretched, her tiny fists curling and uncurling.
Harmony swallowed the lump rising in her throat. “You might never know what he means to me,” she whispered to her daughter. “But I think... it’s time to do something bigger than fear.”
That night, she couldn’t sleep. She scrolled through news articles, quietly reading every update on Ramiel’s condition. The tabloids buzzed with speculation: his declining health, his failed engagements, his mysterious withdrawal from the public eye. Photos of him entering the hospital thinner, pale, but still regal sliced through her like shards.
She remembered the feel of his breath against her neck that night in Paris. The warmth of his fingers as he held her, unknowingly seeding the very life now sleeping in the next room. He had been kind, tender, distant... and unknowable. But to her, he was never a stranger.
The next morning, she made her decision.
She dropped Aria off with her mother and made her way to the nearest hospital participating in the donor match registry. The woman at reception looked up curiously.
“I’d like to be tested,” Harmony said.
“Are you donating for a specific person?”
“Yes. Ramiel Grayson.”
The nurse paused, then nodded, handing her a form. “We’ve had many volunteers, but the list is long. You understand the risks involved?”
Harmony smiled, though her eyes held a storm. “I understand. But I need to do this.”
The days that followed were filled with blood tests, medical screenings, consultations. Harmony kept everything to herself. Not even Sonia knew the full weight of what she was doing. She carried it quietly, fiercely. For him. For Aria. For herself.
When the results finally came, the doctor entered the room, a quiet astonishment on her face.
“You’re a match.”
Harmony’s breath hitched.
“Not just a match. A near-perfect one. That’s rare. Are you… related to Mr. Grayson?”
Harmony shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No. Not by name.”
The transplant team was amazed. It was decided she’d remain anonymous. The surgery would be arranged swiftly Ramiel’s condition was worsening.
On her last night before the procedure, Harmony wrote a letter. A final message she wasn’t sure she’d ever get to deliver. She folded it neatly, slid it into an envelope, and wrote one word on the front:
Ramiel.
Then, she sat beside Aria’s crib. She brushed a kiss across her daughter’s soft cheek and whispered, “If anything happens to me… know I did it for love. Not for a name, not for a thank you. But because life brought you to me… and he gave me the moment that made you.”
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Twisted Plot
FantasyIn a world where chance encounters can change the course of our lives. Ramiel's life is saved by a selfless kidney donor, he discovers the donor is Harmony, a woman he secretly admired. As he comes to terms with her sacrifice, he finds a new purpose...
