Reborn to Claim Her: The Heir's Revenge

Sold by Blood

BLOSSOM

The moment we got home, Elijah slammed the door so hard the entire house felt the vibrations.

"That f**king bastard!" he yelled, reaching for a decoration and throwing it hard to the ground.

My whole body stiffened instantly. The memories of my childhood came rushing back before I could stop them. My father used to do the same thing whenever he got drunk or angry. He would scream until the whole house felt small and suffocating. Sometimes he threw things. Sometimes he threw punches. He never stopped until he got tired or passed out.

Now Elijah was just the same.

"He's going to pay for this!"

Another glass decoration crashed to the ground again making my hands fly up to my ears. I closed my eyes waiting for him to notice.

Waiting for him to realise he was scaring me.

But he didn't.

"Eli, you have to calm down." I whispered, carefully taking a step forward. "You'll hurt yourself if you continue."

My arm was just about to touch his when he suddenly turned around to face. He stared at me, his jaw clenched, his face tense while he took one step at a time.

"Are you cheating on me?" his voice rang out sharply making me stunned.

"What?"

"Are you f**king him, you w***e?"

My breath caught in my throat.

For a second, I could only stare at him.

The anger in his eyes scared me. Not because he looked like he wanted answers but because he already looked convinced.

“Elijah, no,” I said quickly. “How can you even ask me that?”

He laughed bitterly and dragged his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Blossom,” he snapped. “I walked into a hospital room and found you two close. You think I'm a fool?"

"He saved my life!" I shouted back, hurt and angry by where this conversation was going. "We weren't doing anything wrong. Louis is your brother!"

Elijah’s expression darkened even more at my words.

“What did you just say to me?" Elijah asked.

I flinched but I didn't stop.

“He’s your brother,” I repeated, my voice shaking as Elijah walked closer and closer to me.

Suddenly, his hand slammed across my face sending to me to the ground.

Pain exploded through my cheek. My ears rang loudly while my vision blurred for a second. I stayed frozen on the ground, too shocked to even breathe properly.

For a moment, I just stared at him.

This wasn't the Elijah I had fallen in love with. The Elijah I met years ago used to smile so easily. He used to hold my hand everywhere proudly like he was scared to let me go. He used to bring me snacks after work because he remembered the little things I liked.

He was my first crush.

I still remembered how nervous I felt the day he asked me out. My heart had raced so fast that I couldn’t even answer properly at first. Back then, being with Elijah felt like a dream.

He was kind, patient, gentle.

Now every version of that man felt dead.

"You're lucky I even went to the hospital to see you out of my busy schedule!" he yelled angrily. "Next time, I'll just abandon you to die, you good for nothing whore." he said and walked away.

The front door slammed so hard after him that the walls shook again.

Then everything became silent.

Pain burned across my cheek while I slowly pushed myself up from the floor. My hand trembled as I touched my face carefully. It already felt swollen.

A broken sob escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I hated this.

I hated that I still loved him even after everything.

My chest hurt so badly that breathing felt difficult. I looked around at the shattered decorations on the floor and suddenly the house didn’t feel like home anymore.

My phone rang.

I reached for my phone, spotting my Dad's ID written across.

I declined it,

It rang again.

And again.

My patience finally snapped and I picked.

“What?!” I shouted the second I answered. “I already told you I don’t have any money so stop calling me!”

“Blossom!” my father screamed from the other side.

My entire body stiffened instantly as I heard his voice.

There was fear.

Real fear.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly. “Please, you have to help me.”

I frowned deeply.

In the background, I could hear loud noises. Men shouting. Something crashing.

“Dad?” I whispered cautiously.

“They’re going to kill me!” he cried out desperately. “I swear I’ll pay them back, but they won’t listen!”

My stomach dropped.

“What are you talking about?”

“I borrowed money,” he admitted shakily. "I borrowed money and now they are going to kill me."

Anger immediately rushed through me again.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I had no choice!” he yelled back. “Blossom, please listen to me! These men are dangerous!”

A loud bang suddenly echoed through the phone followed by someone shouting curses.

I sat up straighter in panic.

“Dad?”

“Please come save me,” he begged, his voice breaking badly now. “They said if I don’t pay tonight, they’ll kill me.”

"I'm coming," I said hanging up and grabbing my jacket.

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Few minutes later, I finally arrived at the club where my father was being held.

It was his type of club he usually liked, the high end club with beauties and connections. He liked to still feel he was part of the high end billionaires but he was not.

He had squandered everything my mother worked hard for.

The moment I entered inside, the smell of cigarette and laughter hit me. I glanced around, watching girls in mini skirts and bras moving around while the music played. One of the bouncer stared at me, noticing how stiff I was and glanced at his partner.

I knew he was no ordinary bouncer.

"Take me to my father now." I demanded.

The two bouncers exchanged looks before stretching their hands out. Following them, I walked to the back where the noise got quieter and the smell began to change.

Soon, I was taken a secret room

The moment they opened the room, the metallic scent of blood drifted out into the air. My eyes widened as I spotted my father tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

They had beaten him to a pulp.

His left eye was bruised, blood spilled on his shirt while his mouth was also bursted. He panted loudly in hard breaths, his body slumped on the ground.

"She's here," he said, weakly pointing at me. "That's my daughter. You can take her. She's still a virgin."

I stared at him stunned.

"What?" A drunken man in green sweatshirt whispered as his eyes darted up and down at me. "A virgin might just be enough to write off your debt."

My stomach twisted violently.

For a second, I thought I had heard him wrong.

Then my father nodded desperately like he was offering them some valuable gift instead of his own daughter.

“Yes,” he said quickly. “You can have her. She will serve you well."

A sharp wave of disgust crashed into me.

I stared at him like he was a complete stranger.

This man was supposed to protect me.

Instead, he was trying to trade me away like I meant nothing.

“You disgusting bastard,” I whispered.

My father’s face twisted immediately. “Watch your mouth!” he snapped before wincing painfully from his injuries. “I’m trying to save both of us!”

“By selling me?” My voice cracked loudly. “By selling your own daughter, you piece of dog sh*t?”

The drunken man in the green sweatshirt chuckled from the couch. He leaned back lazily while swirling the alcohol inside his glass.

“She’s got spirit,” he murmured. “Pretty too.”

His eyes dragged slowly over my body again, making my skin crawl.I fought the urge to step backward, holding his eye contact so he'll see I wasn't someone he could mess with.

Three other men stood around silently smoking while watching me with interest. None of them looked normal. The kind of coldness in their eyes told me they were used to hurting people.

"If any of you come near me, I'll tear you to pieces." I warned.

I had taken defence classes at the fire station. Lots of exercises too. I could fight but I didn't know if I could beat them all.

“Please,” my father begged again. “Blossom, just cooperate. Once the debt is cleared, everything will be fine.”

I clenched my hands. "I would rather let them cut you into a thousand pieces than touch me."

One of the men stood up. "I'm afraid it's not up to you anymore."

Suddenly more men appeared surrounding me in a circle. Their voices echoed as they moved closer, trying to touch me.

Just as one of them did, I grabbed his hand flipped him over to the ground and stomped on his leg. The man screamed loudly as he clutched his broken leg, rolling across the floor in agony while curses poured out of his mouth. For a brief second, the entire room fell silent because nobody had expected me to fight back that hard.

Then everything exploded into chaos.

“You b***h!” one of the men roared before charging straight at me.

I reacted instantly, dodging his grab before slamming my elbow hard into his throat. He stumbled backward choking while I kicked another man directly in the stomach, forcing him to crash into the table beside him. Adrenaline pumped wildly through my body as I kept moving, refusing to let them overpower me.

But there were too many of them.

Before I could escape, two men grabbed my arms tightly from behind. Their grip was painful and suffocating as they pinned me in place.

“Let me go!” I screamed, struggling violently while trying to yank myself free.

One of them twisted my wrist so hard pain shot through my entire arm while another grabbed my waist roughly, dragging me backward. Panic immediately flooded my chest. I fought harder, kicking wildly and throwing my head backward until it slammed directly into someone’s nose.

“Hold her down!” someone yelled.

More hands grabbed at me from every direction. One man caught my legs while another tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked hard enough to force my head backward painfully. My breathing became uneven as fear swallowed me whole.

“Dad!” I screamed desperately. “Tell them to stop!”

He didn't.

Instead, he just looked away, his eyes facing the wall as if I was invisible.

He didn't care.

"How about I pay you your money plus interest?" A voice rang out making me freeze.

I knew that voice.

"Let them go." Louis said as he walked in, his black suit shimmering under the club lights as he walked down.

He looked perfect.

Sexy.

"If I don't?" the man in green sweatshirt asked, licking his lips.

"You don't want to find out."