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Sold To The Monster: My Silent Nightmare

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 533    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

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Sold To The Monster: My Silent Nightmare
Sold To The Monster: My Silent Nightmare
“I've spent eighteen hundred days as a silent ghost in the Crawford estate, a place where the air smells of expensive cigars and terror. My father, Senator Jed Bowen, sold me to Alek Crawford to pay off his gambling debts, trading his daughter's life for a seat in the Senate. Alek doesn't just want my service; he wants my complete submission. He tracks my every move through cameras and bruises my skin just to see if I'll flinch. He thinks he owns me because he holds the contract, and his mother ensures I'm kept in my place with slaps and insults. When a scandal involving my half-sister and Alek's brother hit the news, the house turned into a war zone. Alek cornered me in the dark, his hands stained with blood and ink, whispering that I was nothing but a receipt for his family's money. He's been forcing me to take pills for years, believing they've kept me drugged and mute. "She needs to speak again," he told a surgeon over the phone. "Whatever it takes." He thinks he's fixing a broken toy, but he's actually planning to carve the silence into my throat permanently. He has no idea that I've been switching those pills for years, or that I'm more awake and more dangerous than he could ever imagine. I've endured the biting cold and the crushing weight of his obsession, waiting for a single sign that my nightmare could end. Tonight, a secret message reached me in the rain, confirming that the only man I ever loved has finally finished his mission. Kole is coming back for me. The contract review is tomorrow, but I'm not planning on signing anything. I'm planning on taking back everything they stole from me, starting with my voice.”