The Billionaire's Plaything.

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the stylist made the final touches it. The dress screamed elegance,every

ement my features. Red lipstick stained my lips, my hair was pulled i

my feet, her touch careful, and reverent

ide wa

ess and glistening veil, there was pain, a deep and consuming p

wedding. I didn't

.no, sold-by my own father. He had consented to this alliance with a man I knew absolutely nothing about, blinded by hi

my father changed. He transformed

houted constantly, beat me without mercy, starved me for days. He stripped me of

the man I once knew,the man who used to call me his "angel",wa

ged. He had returned from work late

ays to wrap my small arms around him like

embrace, he shoved me to the cold

e venom in his voice unlike

nderstand. I stood back up, tears stingin

I whispe

harsh slap across my face tha

her no longer loved me. That night mar

hocking,that my mother had died. But deep down, I knew he was lying. My mothe

usiness contract to a stranger. My heart shattered

push me into marriage at m

es. Be grateful I'm setting you free

y eyes, but I

stepsister, despised me. What was left for me her

tepmother's shrill voice

," the dress

we left

issed, "Now that you're leaving this house, don

inside me. I stared at her, saying nothing. She was lucky this weddin

d in the background. The wedding hall was exquisite, decorated with lavish flowers, golden drapes, and crystal chandeliers casting

th,my soon t

e he belonged on a magazine cover, tall, sculpted, dark-haired with sharp features that ma

im, he stretch

I placed m

he was pleased. She thought she had won. Now that I was gone, ever

I was going to ruin her. One day, when I finally have t

ce? I shrugged inwardly. No I don't think s

It was the first time I saw him this close. He was...perfect. Too pe

ake Levander Smith as your lawfull

casually, as if I was a pawn he had just moved

e'd win. But then I thought about the beatings. The starvation. The

sai

d enough for everyone to hea

turned to him, "do you take Lorraina B

glare. It was like his eyes saw right through me, l

ied, his voice cold.

u husband and wife.

e crushed his lips against mine in a possessive, punishing kiss. His hand tilt

ockingly...and

riously. My stepmother's jaw dropped. My ste

s, still locked in his arms. He leaned in and w

ruination. I will destroy you. And through yo

just a wedding. This was a trap. And I

use, unaware of the sinister

, his grip on my hand tightened,