Sold to be a Billionaires Slave

When my mother died I was left in the hands of the man she should never have married, my stepfather. He was a drunk who worked as a construction worker but loved to gamble and soon he put us in a lot of debt. Every time he lost, he came home angrier and promised he'd change, but he never did. Then one night, I heard him on the phone. "I'll pay you back. I've got something more valuable than money." Something. Not someone. Me. By the time I realized what he'd done, it was too late. Men in black suits came for me, their hands cold on my arms as they shoved me into the back of a car.