Chapter 1 The Daughter They Sold
Nancy's Pov
I am an innocent and calm nineteen-year-old girl. I do not dare to use any curse words. I hate injustice.
Obedient and intelligent, some people call me a nerd.
“Oh fucking god…” A breathy moan left my lips.
I tipped my head back, eyes closed, as my core ached with so much need I could die.
My fingers clenched the edges of the table as my life depended on it, every nerve screaming for want as my school counselor ate me alive.
My lips parted, I could see stars even with my eyes closed, and I pushed my hips further into that goddamn mouth.
“Fuck!"
I was a complete mess.
Not only was I cornered in the counseling room being face fucked by my school counselor, but the possessor of this sinful mouth licking up all my juice happens to be my best friend's dad.
And I could feel my pussy gush at the thrilling act. The fear of getting caught by Diana, who was right outside beside her car waiting for me, only served to make me more aroused.
I know you'd be wondering how I got into this situation.
I swear, I can explain.
And it's totally not my fault.
I didn't always break the rules.
(A month ago)
It's been a nice holiday so far. But I couldn't wait for school to resume again. I didn't want to spend any more moments with my mom and dad.
They were getting on my nerves, but I couldn't voice my complaints.
Father had come home one day and demanded for my ID and photo. Without asking questions, I handed them over to him.
The next day, I sat down before Father as he explained to me why I needed to quit school and marry a man old enough to be my father.
A chill ran through my entire body.
My fingers clenched on my fabric.
My eyes remained fixed on him as I thought of ways to murder him and hide his body so well that none would ever find him out.
He spoke for what felt like eternity. I wasn't listening to his stupid reasons. I just wanted to know if he was being serious.
He was.
Because he dropped a marriage certificate on the table. My eyes scanned it without touching it.
“Mr. Hudson is out of the country now. But he will come and get you in three days' time.”
Anger flashed through my eyes.
Betrayal. Hatred. Despair.
But not a single word came out of my lips.
I couldn't speak. I wasn't trained to speak back to my parents.
My glassy gaze slowly shifted from Father to Mother; she was sitting right beside her husband, listening to the trash he was spitting out.
She wasn't stopping him.
Why?
Didn't she say she wanted me to be successful like her? Didn't she place in me her own dreams that she couldn't attain?
She didn't care what I wanted to become. She never asked.
All she did was drop it to me that I should study law and become one of the best lawyers in New Jersey.
Even though deep within me I wanted to be an actress, I nodded and followed suit.
And now—now they wanted me to give up school?
To marry an old man?
Do they not have any shame at all? Don't they think that I am their only daughter?
Mother spoke, “It's not really a bad thing, Nancy." Her fingers locked in her husband's fingers,
"Hudson has always fancied you since you were a little girl. He will take good care of you and treat you right.”
The more she spoke, the more my fingers dug into my palms. I tried to calm my chest, which was heaving hard.
Mr. Hudson's face flashed before my mind.
Pot belly. Gray hair. Dirty nails.
He was also married. He had a wife, and I heard rumors of his bastard children all around the city.
I didn't need to ask why they were doing this.
It was for the money.
Mr. Hudson was freaking rich. His wealth screamed power. He could do and undo with just the snap of his fingers.
And I knew…
They were selling me off.
Since the holidays began, I saw Father come home late. His smile disappeared. He left home early to catch up with work.
I knew his company was suffering again. I didn't need anyone to tell me. I could tell.
So I did the only thing I could do at the moment— clean, wash his clothes, and prepare his meals before he got back. I did all that for him so he could be less stressed when he comes back.
Who would have thought that all this time, they were plotting to sell me to a man four times older than I am?
I inhaled a shaky breath before slowly reaching for the table to pick up the marriage certificate.
I opened it slowly—my eyes landed on the picture, and they twitched. It looked like I was right there with Mr. Hudson, smiling.
What money can do.
My signature was there too—to my surprise.
“That's not the original." Father said and smiled, “Once you and Mr. Hudson get married in three days' time, you can get the original copy."
I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from asking him what I wanted to use the original copy for.
I noticed they were waiting for what I always say when they bombarded me with unbelievable news like this. And I did so,
“Yes, sir."
Their lips stretched wide as they turned to look at each other.
Mission successful.
I turned to leave, my legs heavy to lift. I struggled to get out of their sight with the marriage certificate in hand. My body was drained of blood.
I was close to the stairs when I heard my mother call,
“Nancy, start packing soon."
My teeth sank into my cheek, and I tasted blood.