Sold on Earth, Chosen by Beasts

Chapter - 11

Inside the apartment, silence lingered heavily after Victor’s departure.

One by one, the neighbors who had crowded around earlier began leaving, each making up different excuses before slipping out the door. The moment the last guest stepped outside, Brendon hurried back into the living room with a grin stretched from ear to ear, barely able to contain his excitement.

He quickly shut the door behind him before turning toward the family.

“You all won’t believe this!” he announced excitedly. “Mr. Romano said the entire wedding expense is on him! And he said we can invite whoever we want!”

The room instantly erupted with excitement.

Rosa clasped her hands together in delight while Karen rushed to grab a notebook, already listing names of relatives and neighbors they wanted to invite. Even Mike joined in, suggesting people they could impress with Victor’s wealth and influence.

Only Nyx and the grandmother remained silent.

Nyx sat quietly in the corner, watching the family celebrate as if they had just won the lottery instead of selling her off to a man nearly three decades older than her.

The grandmother’s expression darkened more and more with every passing second until finally—

“What exactly is there to celebrate so proudly?”

Her sharp voice cut through the room like a knife.

She slammed her cane hard against the floor, making everyone jump.

The chatter instantly died.

“You’re behaving as if your daughter is marrying some handsome young prince,” the old woman spat bitterly. “But she’s being handed over to a man old enough to be her father— no, almost her grandfather!”

Her furious gaze swept across the room.

“And for what? To repay your debts!”

Nobody dared speak.

“Do you really want the entire neighborhood to know you sold your daughter to a fifty-year-old man for money?” she continued coldly.

The excitement vanished from everyone’s faces.

“There’s no need to invite half the city,” she said sharply. “Only invite the people who already know about the marriage.”

Then her eyes landed on Nyx.

“And you.”

Before Nyx could react, the old woman jabbed the tip of her cane painfully against her leg.

“Do you have no shame?” she scolded harshly. “Clinging to a man old enough to be your father like that…”

She struck the floor again with her cane.

“If you have no dignity, then at least think about this family’s reputation! What will people say? That you married an old man for money?”

Nyx almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Family reputation?

What reputation?

The same people who were now pretending to care about honor had practically auctioned her off without hesitation. The same grandmother scolding her now had remained silent while they bargained over her future like she was some object to be traded.

No— not silent.

She had actively participated in it.

Nyx wanted to ask her where all this concern for dignity had been when they agreed to marry her to that disgusting old man.

But she knew better than to argue.

Victor may have warned them against beating or starving her, but that didn’t mean they were powerless. They still had ways to punish her.

Especially through the pendant.

The thought alone made Nyx lower her gaze immediately.

“I’m sorry, Grandma,” she said softly, forcing her voice to sound obedient. “I got too carried away while acting earlier and forgot about the people around me. It won’t happen again.”

The old woman stared at her for a moment before finally nodding in satisfaction.

Had Nyx dared to talk back, she would have burned that pendant in front of her without hesitation just to teach her a lesson.

And Nyx knew it.

After the tension in the room faded, everyone slowly returned to their own business.

Rosa dumped even more chores onto Nyx before announcing that she, Karen, and the others were going shopping for the wedding. More than shopping, though, it was clearly an excuse to show off Victor’s wealth to everyone outside.

Soon, the family left the apartment noisily, leaving only Nyx and the grandmother behind.

The old woman let out a tired sigh.

“I’m going to rest,” she muttered while standing up carefully with her cane. “I’m exhausted after entertaining all those people. If someone comes, wake me up immediately.”

Nyx nodded obediently.

“I understand.”

The grandmother disappeared into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

The apartment finally fell quiet.

Nyx immediately began cleaning the mess left behind in the living room. She cleared the table, gathered the dirty dishes, and washed them one by one while constantly glancing toward the hallway.

After finishing the dishes, she looked up at the clock.

An hour had already passed since the grandmother went to sleep.

And whenever Rosa and Karen went shopping, they never returned before nightfall.

This was her chance.

Her heart began pounding violently.

If she wanted to retrieve her pendant, this was the perfect time.

She would steal the wardrobe keys from under the grandmother’s pillow, open the safe, take back her pendant, and steal the money, jewelry, and important documents hidden inside. Then she would copy the evidence of years of child abuse from Mike’s laptop before escaping this hell forever.

The plan repeated itself over and over inside her mind.

Without wasting another second, Nyx removed her apron and tossed it onto a nearby chair before quietly walking toward the grandmother’s bedroom.

But just as she reached the hallway—

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang loudly through the apartment.

Nyx froze.

A curse immediately formed inside her head as irritation flashed across her face.

Whoever had decided to come at this exact moment truly had the worst timing imaginable.

Here’s a smoother English rewrite while keeping the tension and emotional flow of your original scene:

Nyx had barely fastened the door chain lock when she looked up and saw their neighbor, Mr. Roy, standing outside the door.

“Uncle, there’s no one home right now except me and Grandma,” Nyx said cautiously through the small opening.

“I know, beta,” Mr. Roy replied with a smile that instantly made her uncomfortable.

“So…?” Nyx asked hesitantly.

“I needed a little sugar. Could you spare some?” he asked, holding out a small bowl.

After a brief pause, Nyx nodded reluctantly. She took the bowl from his hand and turned toward the kitchen without noticing the smirk that spread across his face.

The moment her back was turned, Mr. Roy silently removed the chain lock from the hook and slipped inside the house without making a sound.

Nyx was standing near the cabinet, reaching for the sugar container, when she suddenly felt someone grab her waist from behind.

Before she could react, wet kisses landed near her neck.

Her eyes widened in horror when she turned and realized it was Mr. Roy.

“W-What are you doing?!” she gasped, immediately trying to shove him away, but the older man barely moved.

In panic, Nyx slammed her elbow hard into his stomach.

Mr. Roy groaned in pain and bent slightly, clutching his abdomen.

Just as Nyx opened her mouth to scream, he quickly covered it with one hand while using the other to pin both her wrists against the wall.

“Why are you acting so high and mighty now?” he hissed near her ear. “When I asked you to sleep with me before, you slapped me and talked about shame. You asked me how I could look at a girl my daughter’s age that way.”

His grip tightened painfully around her wrists.

“But now what happened? Why are you clinging to that fifty-year-old man? Because he has money?” He laughed bitterly. “If money is what you want, then I have more than him.”

The disgusting smell of alcohol and tobacco hit Nyx’s nose as he leaned closer and tried to kiss her again.

But Nyx was not someone who would silently endure this.

With all her strength, she drove her knee upward into him.

Mr. Roy cursed loudly and staggered back in pain.

Nyx immediately tried to run toward the living room, but before she could escape, Mr. Roy grabbed her wrist again.

Terrified, Nyx began screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Grandma! Grandma!”

Here’s a smoother and more emotionally intense rewrite of your scene:

All the commotion coming from the kitchen woke Grandma from her afternoon nap.

Alarmed, she quickly pushed herself up from the bed and hurried toward the kitchen as fast as her weak legs could carry her.

The moment she stepped inside, her blood ran cold.

Mr. Roy was forcefully holding Nyx by the wrist while Nyx struggled desperately to free herself, tears of fear gathering in her eyes.

“What are you doing?!” Grandma shouted in fury.

Without hesitation, she raised her cane and struck Mr. Roy across the back with all the strength she had left.

The older man cried out in pain.

“How dare you touch my granddaughter!” she yelled and hit him again.

But before she could swing the cane a third time, Mr. Roy violently shoved her away.

Grandma lost her balance instantly and crashed onto the floor with a painful cry.

“Grandma!” Nyx screamed in horror.

“You old hag!” Mr. Roy snarled angrily while rubbing the spot she had hit. “How dare you hit me with your cane?!”

Furious, he raised his hand as if to strike her.

But just before his hand could come down—

A large hand suddenly wrapped around Mr. Roy’s wrist midair.

Firm.

Unmoving.

The entire kitchen fell silent.

Mr. Roy frowned angrily. “Who the hell dares to—”

His words died in his throat the moment he turned around.

Standing behind him was none other than Victor Romano.

The terrifying look in Victor’s eyes made all the color drain from Mr. Roy’s face.

His entire body trembled instantly.