Forever In Chains

Hi readers this story is a writers imagination and all characters, places and are non existing ones, even the money currency is a imagination and I am sorry if the is errors of the sentence but I hope you enjoy the novel and this is my first novel so we read and we don't judge.i love you all.

As I stood in the grand foyer of my family's mansion, the sound of my aunt's voice echoed through the halls, a stark reminder of the life I'd been forced to endure since my parents' tragic passing six years ago.

"Isabella, are you done with breakfast? Your uncle has to go," Aunt Mary called out, her tone laced with an air of superiority.

I made my way to the dining table, where my uncle James sat, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. He occupied my father's chair, a constant reminder of the power he'd usurped. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I served him his breakfast, his gaze lingering on my body, making my skin crawl.

"Here's your food, Uncle," I said, attempting to distract him from his lecherous stare.

He took the plate from me, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a wave of revulsion through me. "You know, if you weren't my brother's daughter, I would've..." He paused, his eyes locked on mine, his voice dripping with malice. "I would've made you mine."

I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears began to well up. How could my own uncle speak to me like this? The man who was supposed to protect and care for me had transformed into a monster, driven by his own twisted desires.

"Uncle, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling as I struggled to maintain my composure.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "What's there to discuss, Isabella?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "I'm turning 18 next week, and I think it's time I took over my father's business."

My uncle's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits. "We'll discuss this later, after your cousin's wedding. And as for the business, you're not qualified to run it. You didn't even finish school."

The sting of his words was a harsh reminder of the life I'd been forced to lead. My uncle and his wife had taken control of my family's estate, relegating me to a life of servitude. They'd denied me the opportunity to finish my education, instead forcing me to focus on domestic duties.

The sound of Lisa's voice interrupted my thoughts, her shrill tone grating on my nerves. "Morning, family!"