Forced to love

The price for freedom

Forced to Love;Episode 4

Charles Harrison didn’t wait 24 hours.

Grace and Daniel were barely in the car when her old prepaid phone — the one Linda let her keep “in case we need to summon you” — started ringing. Unknown number. Then Robert. Then Linda. Then Emily.

She let it go to voicemail. All three messages said the same thing: Come home. Now. Or else.

Daniel glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “You don’t have to answer.”

“I know,” Grace said, and it felt strange to say it. “But I think I need to hear it.”

She played Linda’s message on speaker.

“You ungrateful little witch. After everything we did for you! Mr. Harrison says you’re trying to steal from him. You come back and fix this or I swear I will tell everyone you’re a liar and a thief. You’ll never go to school. No one will want you.”

Grace’s hands didn’t shake. That was new.

Daniel’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “She’s projecting. My dad’s already called his lawyer. He’s claiming you breached a ‘domestic services contract’ and owes him damages. Two hundred thousand, plus interest.”

“He wants his money back,” Grace said flatly. “Like I’m a car he can return.”

“Exactly. But here’s the thing.” Daniel pulled into a parking garage and killed the engine. He turned to her, holding a manila folder. “This is a copy of what your dad signed. No lawyer present. No notary. Your date of birth is wrong — they listed you as twenty-one. You weren’t. It’s fraud, Grace. If this goes to court, they go to jail, not you.”

For the first time, Grace understood what power felt like. Not money. Not yelling. Information.

“So what now?” she asked.

“Now you choose,” Daniel said. “We can file first. Get a restraining order against my dad. Get your records unsealed. Or… there’s option two.”

He looked uncomfortable. “You can face them. One last time. On your terms. My lawyer says if you publicly reject the ‘marriage’ and state you were coerced, the contract collapses. No court needed. But you’d have to see them.”

Linda. Robert. Emily. The three people who taught her she was worthless.

Grace thought of the generator room. Of Emily’s laugh when she called her a house girl. Of her father not looking up from his newspaper.

“I want to see them,” she said. “But not at that house. Not on their ground.”

Daniel smiled, small and proud. “I know a place.”

The Law Office — 3 Hours Later

Robert looked smaller in a chair that wasn’t his. Linda kept touching her pearls, her eyes darting between Grace and the lawyer. Emily wore sunglasses inside, like she was hiding.

Charles Harrison was there too, arms crossed, radiating money and rage.

“Let’s make this fast,” Mr. Harrison snapped. “The girl comes home, finishes her duties, and my son stops playing hero. Everyone gets what they agreed to.”

Grace’s lawyer — a sharp woman named Ms. Adjei that Daniel hired — didn’t blink. “There was no legal agreement, Mr. Harrison. Only human trafficking with paperwork. My client was nineteen, not twenty-one as your document states. She had no representation. She was coerced through physical and emotional a***e, which we have documented.”

“Documented?” Linda scoffed. “By who? The girl can barely read—”

“I can read fine,” Grace said. Everyone went quiet.

She stood up. Her legs were steady. “You sold me, Dad. For Emily’s school. You told Mr. Harrison I was nothing from your house. You were right about one thing: I am nothing from your house. Because it was never mine.”

She looked at Emily. “I hope you finish your degree. I really do. Just don’t build it on someone else’s bones.”

Then Mr. Harrison. “You didn’t buy a wife. You bought a witness. And I’m done being quiet.”

She turned to Ms. Adjei. “I’m not going back. To any of them. Ever. File whatever you need to file.”

Charles stood so fast his chair fell. “You’ll regret this. You think my son will keep you? He gets bored. You’ll be back in the gutter where I found you.”

Daniel stood too, putting himself between them. “She’s not going with you, and she’s not going with me. She’s going with herself. For the first time.”

Robert finally spoke. “Grace… we’re still family.”

Grace looked at him — really looked. The man who let her be hit. Who signed her away.

“No,” she said. “You were my blood. Family is a choice. You didn’t choose me. So I’m not choosing you.”

She walked out. Daniel followed.

Linda’s voice chased them into the hall. “You’ll be nothing without us!”

Grace didn’t turn around. Because for the first time, “nothing” sounded like freedom.

That Night

Daniel dropped her at a small, safe apartment he’d leased in her name only. Key in her hand. No one else had a copy.

Books were already on the shelf. To Kill a Mockingbird on top.

“I’ll be at my place if you need me,” Daniel said from the doorway. “But you don’t. Not anymore.”

“Daniel?” She stopped him. “Thank you. For the door. For asking.”

He nodded. “Go be free, Grace.”

The door closed. She was alone. Not abandoned. Alone.

She opened the window. The city was loud. Messy. Alive.

And it was hers.

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