I didn't know him. We haven't met before. I didn't imagine that an ordinary girl like me could attract the eyes of A killer! But... He loved me more than his own life.
I didn't know him. We haven't met before. I didn't imagine that an ordinary girl like me could attract the eyes of A killer! But... He loved me more than his own life.
Mila pov
It was my birthday on that day, and yeah, I was finally able to get out of the house and get rid of my abusive drunk father and horrible stepmother. I am completely clueless regarding the circumstances surrounding their wedding. I was aware that my mother had moved out of the house because she despised him and could no longer stand to be in the same place as him.
Therefore, it appears that she did not grant him the divorce!
On the other hand, I didn't really care all that much about this. The only thing I wanted more than anything was to get away from my miserable life and start over somewhere else. I wanted to start a new chapter in my life.
I had every intention of completing my senior year of high school with the goal of using the money that my mother had set aside for my college education, along with the support of my grandmother.
And thank God my dad was completely unaware of the existence of those funds! Before she left us a very long time ago, she came into my room and asked me to forgive her for abandoning me with my abusive father. She then departed.
And if I'm being completely honest, I couldn't say I blamed her one bit. Even though she was sick and didn't have much time left to live, he continued to beat the life out of her even though she was in a terminal stage of her illness. Throughout the relationship, he subjected her to mental, emotional, and physical abuse.
I was under the impression that I was significantly more powerful than she was and could keep my balance while facing him. On the other hand, I was only dreaming. As if the fact that my mother had left him was what prompted him to change his attitude toward me, which was negative. I was his prey, yes.
Despite this, my mother has abandoned me, but a part of me has always wished that we could be reunited someday in the future, provided that she hasn't passed away by then.
For me, it was just another day, but it was exciting because I was finally going to turn 18 and be able to do whatever I wanted. After some consideration, I chose to get an early start on the school day.
Going to school was indeed preferable to staying at home and toiling away as a slave; however, working as a maid in my home was incomparably worse than going to school. My stepmother was terrible, but she was still preferable to my biological father. This is the single most upsetting aspect of the situation.
Time spent in school. Although repeating the same classes year after year was tedious, I worked hard to achieve the highest possible grades to increase my chances of being accepted to a prestigious college or receiving a scholarship. In the end, most of my mother's financial legacy did not come in the form of a large inheritance. It's not even a million bucks! And I looked for a part-time job to help me rent a room elsewhere if I couldn't find a vacant room in the dorm later.
I had everything planned out, especially for the moment when my father began oddly touching me.
I was able to deal with beating, but I couldn't wait for my father to rape me because I couldn't stand the thought of it.
I scoured the area for Helen, my best friend, who was beautiful but had the name of an elderly woman.
When we were together, I would make fun of her that way. Yes, because I had so much freedom at school, I engaged in many extracurricular activities and behaved like a complete loon. As opposed to when I was at home, I was not restrained by handcuffs, and my mouth was not covered.
After wishing me a happy birthday and continuing to make the most of our day, she informed me that it was finally time for me to experience hell.
"Mila, happy birthday... So, tell me, what exactly do you have planned for that day of miracles?" She came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders.
"run away." I gave her a wink, and although we laughed about it together, she was clearly worried about me. She was well aware of the fact that my father was not a morally upstanding individual, which meant that he posed a threat to my life. When I was younger, I frequently went to school with scrapes, bruises, broken bones, and sprained legs and arms. Nobody came to my rescue when I was in a lot of pain. NO ONE.
At home, my father constantly blamed me for almost everything, and the reason he blamed me the most was that my mother had left him, so getting punched in the face was something that happened on a daily basis and was completely normal.
Because it was my birthday, and I couldn't allow him to ruin the day for me, I did everything in my power to leave school and get home as quickly as possible.
As soon as I walked through the house's front door, I noticed my father standing by it, looking at me in a menacing manner as if he had been anticipating my arrival.
I paid him no attention and went to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. On the way, I looked around for my stepmother, but I couldn't find any sign of her. And when I realized that, I completely lost it.
He laughed loudly and exclaimed, "It's your fucking day, bitch!"
I rolled my eyes and asked my father with a groan, "Not today, please." I begged him.
But no way, he was already drunk like he always was by this time of the day. He pressed me against the wall and said, "Speak badly, and I will kill you." I was in danger because of his actions. And in response to the excruciating pain, I screamed.
"what could possibly go wrong?" I managed to stifle a breathless utterance while simultaneously attempting to keep myself composed and get to my feet.
He made a chilly statement while raising an eyebrow and saying, "When your mother left me, I almost spent every penny on drugs and alcohol, as well as red night with whores and this bitch upstairs. Therefore, to get back on the right track and stand firmly on my own two feet, I finally could purchase the nightclub of my dreams, but the money wasn't mine; rather, I had borrowed it from a wealthy businessman. After two years, it's finally time for him to collect his loan and the interest accrued on it." My father moved into a more intimate position next to me.
I took a shallow breath nervously, "I don't understand. Since you make a good living, you should give him the money he paid you back." I remarked in a non-confrontational manner.
My dad gave me a devilish grin and said, "yes, but why should I give him the money with interest if I have something else?!!"
I remained immobile while wracked my brain to make sense of what he was saying, but I could not draw any conclusions from his conundrum.
"Then you should give it to him!" I couldn't help but blurt it out.
He came at me with great haste, pinning me between his arms and his chest as he did so. "The answer is yes, and he agreed to it... So... from this point on, you belong to him."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I yelled and tried to shove my father away while he was holding onto me.
I tried everything I could think of to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks, but I was helpless. He shouted in a completely disgraceful manner, "Do you believe that I was given the opportunity to choose? I care more about the money than I do about you, and he has indicated that he is interested in you."
"I despise you, and I despise you, I despise you... I HATE YOU. And thank god it's my birthday today, which means I'm finally eighteen and can leave your fucking house for good. I don't understand why you have such strong feelings of animosity toward me. I am your daughter, you fuckhead. Fuck you." I yelled at him while directing disgusted looks in his direction.
"You really ought to be thrilled about the fact that you are his... You are still unaware of the identity of that person at this time. And yes, I am more dedicated to my nightclub and the wealth it brings me than you. Because I didn't have much time, I wasn't able to fuck your ass as thoroughly as I used to fuck your mother's. This irritates me." As I was climbing the stairs, he hurled his foul and repulsive words at me, and with each word that came out of his mouth, I ran even faster to my room to pack my things and get out of the house.
After storming into my room, I quickly packed my belongings, used the key to lock the door, and then stormed out of the room, passing him on the way.
However, I was so dense that I didn't even notice that he didn't follow me or even try to stop me.
Because he knew what awaited me, he knew I had reached the age of eighteen. I was wrong about his intelligence; he wasn't as dim as I had imagined. Everything was according to his master plan.
I didn't give it a second thought that for financial gain, my father would ever consider selling me to another man. He didn't need any financial support. The problem is that he did it on purpose! I didn't give a rat's behind about whatever was going through his head because it was irrelevant to me. He was a crazy, filthy one who deserved to spend the rest of his life behind bars.
Additionally, the birthday gift that he gave was well received.
I quickly grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number for a taxi as the strange black car continued to block our gate. I had no idea what was happening when I was dragged to that black car, but as I screamed and struggled against the men who had a firm grip on me, they splashed something on my face, and I immediately blacked out and lost consciousness.
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For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
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