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truth. I was sold off by my insufferable ste

hat crazy deal, I tried to talk to him, to get him to stop joking but Mr. Morano's

a fact that Mr. Morano was on a different level from Bryce and

red out o

arry me? He didn't know anything about me, he even had to ask me my name.

ut of the blue? We were strangers, married or n

thought for sure he would hit me. I've passed out from a single slap from Bryce and he was built

e strange. I couldn't sleep though, not in a stranger's house, not

as all for being a slave, it was my fate, I understood th

ll consisted of me being married to someone I love, someone w

y single Mom. We didn't talk much about Dad, mostly because Mom never wanted to talk ab

us ten year-old, but I accepted it because

ad a year after we had that talk. Mr. Jenkins was nice and I felt comfort

rew fits, but his Dad didn't care one bit. Since Mom and Mr. Jenkins were totally co

me... I had no peace. I tried complaining to our parents bu

he d

s' lives, Bryce being the adult was kept in charge

ave. Since I was practically raised in his reign of terror, I g

go? I had no money and all of Mr

expect it'd be a total stranger and it didn't even feel like I was

rs we've lived together without our parents, I can survive Mr. Mora

ing out on sleeping at night 'cause I

irst light an

as kind of comfortable too. The decor was simple, almost plain and

couldn't find anything to do, I c

, seeing a middle-aged woman making breakfast. From her che

g her attention. She turned aw

said with a smile. At

Do you nee

a once-ove

re you Mr. Mo

I was, his guest? h

ou need any help

one of the stools and I'll serve you bre

make it

ed to hear a voice a

as st

s... even without makeup she looked like a model. She was dre

notice me. The chef was alrea

- landed on me and she fro

, but I had a feeling, a feeling born from experience t

coffee while st

ou?" She as

ot sound like I'm being sarcastic? She was defini

mean, no one

own de

ning, Mr.

chef spoke up and I saw Mr. Morano walk int

es were on me and I was staring rig

hing? Why's she all bruised up?"

jammed his hands into the pockets of hi

He replied. "S