Sold to the Devious Alpha

"She will be the last issue we have to worry about; we will have all the money we need in a few days." The rain was pouring down heavily, and I was in excruciating pain from pushing myself so hard. My legs were cramping and the burning in my lungs was getting to be too much, but I knew that if I did not make it in time, the suffering would be much worse. The last time, I was only two minutes late and was so badly thrashed that I was unable to sleep for a week. only slowed down, gasping for air, as I approached my father's office. I turned to hear my stepmother's voice. "Harland, my love, she will not be an issue for us in a few days." My stepmother's tone carried a subtle smugness and hatred, and I knew instantly that they were talking about me. What was the meaning conveyed by her? Even though I was jogging and my heart was racing from what I had just heard, I forced myself to stop walking and listen. I knew better than to listen in on conversations since anything I did without consent would come back to haunt me. But what she said stopped me cold. They-lake her, and we will have the money, I had to find out more." My eyes grew wide, and I started shaking wildly. What on earth was she discussing? "Tick tock, sweetheart, Another voice behind melt remarked, "You are late again." My head whipped around, revealing Franco's menacing expression. With his grey eyes, my stepbrother was examining every inch of me and my soaked garments, as though he wanted to rip them off with his stare. He would been attempting to get his hands on me ever since we met when I was fourteen. Since I was the one who had been providing for the family's financial needs, I was not even interested in finding out what he would have done if my stepmother had not made him leave me alone. I did my best to stay away from Franco, which probably infuriated him. That is most likely the reason he enjoyed the sick satisfaction of watching my father or stepmother reprimand me. But my main concern was not Franco at this point. The voices in the office had stopped talking, I observed. They had listened to Franco's words. "Hi Elle!" The sound of my father's voice agitated me. I was out of luck. When Valmost attempted to run, I knew Franco would stop him. Nothing ends the night quite like a good bashing. Franco pulled open the door and manoeuvred around me while gloating.I inhaled deeply while holding back my panic and refusing to glance up at anyone in the room. "Father," I shook my head. My stepmother smirked and added, "I told you she was a troublemaker, lurking and eavesdropping like a mouse." Who knows what her future endeavours will hold."I "You were listening in on us?" my dad scowled. I started to shake violently as soon as I smelled the distinct aroma of alcohol. I was aware of my father's terrible temper when intoxicated. I bowed my head, not daring to meet his eyes."This is the money I made today," N1 had to turn around. Estel laughed. Her tone sounded as sharp as nails on a whiteboard.N "How cunning are you, attempting to use a few money to hide your crime? You are not just running late, but you are listening in too. It seems like someone could use a little instruction," she remarked, encircling my father's upper arm with her well-groomed nails. My dad put up his hand. I automatically raised my to shield my head. I bit my lip to contain my shaking since yelling would only result in more punishment. After a minute or two, the anticipated discomfort did not materialise. Rather, I sensed that my wallet was being taken from me. When I opened my eyes, I saw my father looking at me somberly and holding money in his hand. Rather than experiencing relief, my fear increased. I could tell by the sight in my father's eyes that something even worse was about to occur. With a frown, he hefted the wallet in one hand. Is that all there is to it? I trembled and said, "Not many people came to the restaurant today because it is pouring so much... I have given you every cent I have acquired. My face took a powerful blow that sent me sprawling to the ground. I sank to the floor, my ears ringing loud enough to hear my father's irate roar. "What are you trying to say? Are you implying that I am reliant on your assistance? You ridicule me, how dare you? Like a torrential downpour, fists land dewy on my head and back. I sobbed loudly, holding my head in my arms and saying, "No, I am sorry... I apologise. Please give up... I went into a trance from the powerful baln, and my vision blurred. "Father, please stop. You are going to murder her." The voice of my stepmother seemed to be coming from a very distant distance.