Forced to marry the cruel billionaire

ng of despair enveloped me as I stared at the newly laid headstone, alone in the cemetery. A grumble of protest tore from my

he tears that insisted on falling from my face. I'm going to have t

my neck. My heart raced as I came across the figure of some men walking towards

tood up to look into his eyes. He came closer and closer.

was nothing but fear standing before me. I took a few cautious steps backwards, frightened.

unnoticed, in front of my stepfather. "Did you think I wo

ween my teeth as I felt my voice tremble

bill to pay," he spat the words, and a wave of pain swe

settle the debt my mother had left? What was Mason up to? To my horror, the men approached, forming almos

old you to a wealthy man, for a sum that will not only pay off the debts yo

e anger, but I wouldn't have time

sell me like

g a blow between the legs of the second. How I had done it, I had no

as, spinning on my heels, I began to run. Maso

ds. However, my speed wasn't enough and when I looked back, one man was just a few centimeters

t all his weight on me, while I, with tears in my eyes, struggled to escape a second time. My efforts

re feeling a slap on my face. I shuddered as I f

e close to mine, and I felt nauseous at the smell of him. "She wasn't even there to def

bout the abuse I constantly suffered from Mason. Maybe she believed it, but didn't have th

filthy fingers touch me, li

ossed his lips, revealing his rotten teeth. "The man is wealthy and will make

firm, but it does

" the deal is already done. These men are

ime. My quick movements make Mason take dramatic action

I had ended up there and who those people were around me. A woman approached and tr

urt you," she said, and then I realized

en she tried to touch me again

she said sympathetically," and Mr. Gregor

her eyebrows as if in doubt at

an ice-cold stare. He had powerful arms and dark, straight hair. His large beard didn't hide his chisel

coldness in his timbre," the man wh

felt a sharp pang invade my head.

irritated he was by my questioning. "If you like, you can read the c

ht the paper he threw, held it before my face, and read it. A mist