Born To Heal You (MilkCiize)

BTHY - 1 🥛🎀

POV: Milk

I come from a lineage of tycoons. With the wealth we possess, we're like royalty—not because our ancestors were kings and queens, but because everything we touch in business seems to turn to gold, like the Midas touch. I am the most brilliant child of the Vosbein family, but unfortunately, also the disgrace. Since childhood, I've been plagued by a mysterious illness I call the "Eternal Dreamer," which is a poetic way to describe what is essentially a coma.

If the dosage of my medication isn't precise, it can send me into a blackout, leaving me unconscious for days, even weeks. In a way, I am like a "Sleeping Beauty," trapped by this unknown illness. Not even our immense wealth could uncover a cure. Aware of my weakness, I've kept it a secret to prevent it from being used against me.

Being rich doesn't mean living an easy life. We've faced betrayals from every direction—by relatives, colleagues, and fake friends—who slowly wiped out my family, one by one. Now, I am the sole heir of this empire that my family built from nothing. But I fear my illness will be the cause of our downfall more than any enemy could ever be.

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There seems to be something wrong, abnormal, or damaged in my brain that causes my body to become paralyzed. If I think too hard, get anxious, or am overly stressed, it triggers my illness. Fortunately, an old family doctor has kept me alive by providing the medication and care I need. To avoid suspicion, he disguises himself as a servant. Despite my intelligence, we have no real knowledge of my treatment. We've been navigating through trial and error, which is incredibly risky. But it's better than nothing. I'll take whatever it takes to stay alive, even if it's poison.

I want to live—not because I can't part with my wealth, but because I've fallen in love. Deeply in love with a beautiful woman named Love, my childhood friend and sweetheart. I've never had the courage to confess my feelings to her, but on Valentine's Day, I planned to tell her. If she loved me too, I was ready to ask for her hand in marriage.

But before that day came, tragedy struck. My trusted physician was shot, and the resulting car crash killed him. Despite their efforts, he was declared dead on arrival.

A week after his death, I began to feel unwell. Constant dizziness, nausea, and a worsening temper took over. I had always been known as an arrogant boss—some even called me heartless—but I didn't care. As long as I ran the empire, I could be whoever I wanted to be. But when I looked in the mirror, I saw a pale, gaunt figure staring back. My hair was thinning, and I was terrified.

Desperate, I admitted myself to a prestigious, private hospital in a remote town, demanding complete secrecy. I threatened to sue if my condition leaked. After signing the waiver, I paid for a full year of care upfront and gave them a black card for any additional expenses. Deep down, I knew it would take them time to figure out my illness. I ordered them not to contact anyone and insisted I be known only as Ms. Milk Pansa, concealing my true identity as Panly Vosbein. I had them sign a confidentiality agreement and secretly sent it to my attorney, who, like everyone else, had no idea where I was.