Billionaire bargain

Chapter one Sold I burst through the back door, my bare feet hitting the rain-soaked alley. A strong smell of garbage and water burned my nostrils as I ran past the abundant garbage. Strong streetlights cast intense shadows, causing an inky black pocket to engulf me every few feet. My ragged breath was ripped from my chest in terror. Gotta keep moving. Can’t let them get anymore. Not this time around. A scream of terror came from the edge of the tunnel behind me, followed by a sound of foot steps running behind me. "She's there! Don't let the little woman go!" Once Again I was running for my dare, a life I wish could end instantly. The people chasing me were sent by my stepfather. I have been a total slave ever since my mother passed away and left me in the hands of my cruel stepfather. My stepfather uses me to make money with the Slightest opportunity he gets, he beats me , Invites different men to sexually assault me and they pay him . And now he wants to sell me off as a bride to a man I don’t know. I picked up the stack of bills and folded the papers tightly across my chest, hot tears of disappointment pouring into my eyes. After fifteen years of suffering, I finally had the opportunity to be free. I wasn’t going to waste it because my legs were burning or my lungs were screaming for air. Zigging around the corner, I ran across the deserted street. A baying dog barked briefly in my direction, before falling silent again. The distant shouts and strange footsteps disappeared, replaced by a new sound - the whine of engines accelerating. The headlights cracked in the corners, and bright streams of white and red mingled over me. I backed away, panting, in a desperate search for escape as two sleek black sedans roared up towards me… The sedans fishtailed all the way there, cutting off my exit on either side of the narrow street. The doors opened and more followers gathered, barking commands and pointing their a firearms in my directions. "Don't move, you little mouse!" One of them shouted, a huge silhouette against the bright lights. "Just come quietly and we'll go easy on you." My heart thundered in my ears, my breath coming in ragged gasps. There was no way I was ending up in them again - not after everything I had endured to finally escape. But unfortunately there was nothing I could do, I have been captured . I raised my two hands in surrender, my life has always been messed up and there was really nothing I could do about. The thugs took me back to my stepfathers house. A place of torture where I thought I had finally ran away from. You little b***h!! You think you can run away from me my dad yelled, landing a heavy slap on my face. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t crying because of the pain the slap inflicted on me but rather the torture I had to endure all these years. Now you are going to go back inside, pack your things and get ready to be the latest bride. Your husband to be has already paid $100,000 as pay off for giving you out to him. You do not want him to come after me do you? I shook my head in pain, another tear rolling down my cheek. Being sold as a bride was my worst nightmare, but I knew better than to criticize my stepfather. The consequences would be severe. He grabbed my hand in a wounded hand and dragged me into the house. "Let's go! You have an hour to get ready before he arrives to claim his purchase." Stumbling inside, I made my way to the creaking stairs , the cramped room that had been my miserable abode for so many years. A bare mattress, a pile of soft clothes, and a small metal basket held my few possessions. I sank to the edge of the mattress, cupping my face in my hands as heavy sobs ripped through my frame. How had this come about? Being a stranger’s property just like that . My mother would be terrified. She tried so hard to give me a caring and stable life before she fell ill and passed on too soon. This was my life! This was my whole life!! A rap on the upstairs door broke my despair. "Sylvia!! You better get ready. Your new owner will be here any minute to inspect his...purchase." I cringed at the nasty words, though it wasn’t entirely surprising at this point. Forced to stand up, I quickly shed my tattered clothes and managed to take my bath. Despite my best efforts to prepare, a special fear of illness struck me. Who is this new master I was traded to ? What the hell life awaited me as the one he recently bought ? Just imagining the possibilities made it hard for me to breathe. A crooked crash hit the rusty stairs. "He's here!" My stepfather’s loud voice brought me out of my thoughts. I shivered but stood obediently, glancing down as the ceiling door opened with a click of protest. My stepfather’s heavy footsteps filled the cramped space as he stood behind me. "It's just a little thought to seal our deal," he said in a weak voice. Before I could react, his merciless hands grabbed a few handfuls of my tangled hair, tearing off my head painfully. I caught a glimpse of the expensive dress and shiny dress shoes before his other hand brushed over my cheek, shaking my head to the side. See?" He smiled, pulling me violently up again. "Full of spirit, but obedient when stirred. I bet you'll enjoy your new master. While I was trying to catch my breath, A polished leather shoe suddenly appeared in my line of blurred vision, lifting my chin until I was finally face to face with my new owner. And felt my breath catch in horrified recognition... I stared in amazement at the chiseled, coldly handsome features I was familiar with in the pages of Newspaper Club and television interviews. Clinton George - Billionaire hotel mogul and one of the most powerful men in the country. His steely gray eyes had no warmth at all as I was measured in calculated numbers. "I expect the spirit to fade into absolute obedience, as you suggest," he murmured My stomach twists in knots. Being sold off to some nameless guy was bad enough. But to be handed over as a plaything to one of the richest, most influential men in the world…it was my worst nightmares ever. I knew I was doomed but I did not realize the gravity of it Until now. George touched my chapped lips and got blood on my shaky skin. "She needs some improvement," he said. "But there's enough stuff here." I wanted to pull away from his touch, disgust creeping up my spine. But I could not keep nowing that even the slightest act of cruelty would be immediately punished with cruel punishment. They handed my stepfather a suitcase filled with tightly packed cash. "It's a pleasure to be working with you again, Mr. George," my stepfather squealed with a sly smile. "Your most recent order is ready for delivery to your premises, in accordance with our contract." With that I was dragged off into Clinton’s car and they drove off. The whole time uncontrollably tear rolled off my eyes. We got to his mansion, I was escorted down to a room to stay. In not less than a hour, the door to the room creaked open revealing the Almighty Clinton.. He walked in closing the door right behind him, Gazing at me with lust. I knew this was going to be my life in Clinton’s mansion but I wasn’t prepared to go through it on my first day here. He gave a cruel smile, seeing the fear boldly written on my face. “Here “ take this and sign the agreement before we proceed further, he said handing me a paper I presume to be the contract. I scanned through the papers and was shocked to see that not only would I be his bed mate for the period of one year, I was also going to play the role of a wife at his company. He handed over the pen to me and I signed it. Not like I had a say in this? Do I? Immediately I put down my signature, he tossed the paper on the floor and dragged me by the waist bringing me closer to him . “ Time to perform your duty “ he whispered in my ears tearing my clothes of