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2026-10-01 19:26:49Aurora’s POV
Standing in front of Callum’s house the next morning felt heavier than the walk here.
My finger hovered over the bell and would not press it. I had repeated the words all night and they still sounded like a trap.
I rang it anyway.
A maid opened the door. Her smile was polite and practiced.
“Hi, Miss Aurora. Mr. Callum is waiting for you in the living room.”
Piano notes drifted down the hall. Soft. Familiar. Of course it was him. Callum played when he was in a good mood.
He turned the moment I stepped inside. The maid left us. He crossed the room fast, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me with a smile still on his mouth.
“Hey, baby. Why are you here this early? I have practice this afternoon, but it’s fine. I need to hear what my princess wants from me.”
That was Callum. Always that sweet. Always the reason other girls looked at me like I had stolen something.
“I… I want—”
“What’s wrong? Why do you sound nervous? Come sit.”
He guided me to the sofa and sat beside me, close enough that his knee touched mine.
“Okay. What is it?”
I stared at my hands. “I don’t know where to start, but last night debt collectors came to my place and—”
“What? Debt collectors?”
His face changed so fast it startled me. I almost stopped there. He was still the last person I had.
“Yes. They came to collect my father’s debt.”
“Your father’s debt? Didn’t he leave you a long time ago?”
“He did. He left the debt behind. That is why they came to me. I know I shouldn’t do this to you, Callum. I know. I just… I don’t have anyone else. I only have you. And I promise I will pay you back.”
He went still.
“What do you mean, pay me back? Did you come here to borrow money from me?”
“I don’t have another choice. I—”
“Wait. Wait.”
He stood up. Frustration sat in his shoulders before it reached his voice.
“You came here this early not to spend time with me, but to borrow money? Are you out of your mind? Rora, I know we have been together for two years, but come on. You know what people call you.”
The words landed. I had heard those names in whispers. I had pretended they did not matter.
“I know,” I said. “I didn’t plan this. I don’t know what else to do. It’s eight hundred and fifty million dollars. I have to pay it in a week or… or they will—”
“What the fuck? Eight hundred and fifty million dollars?” His voice jumped.
“Are you insane? You walked into my house and expected me to hand you eight hundred and fifty million like it’s nothing?”
I could not answer.
“Wait. Who even has a debt that size? Are you lying to me? Are you trying to bleed me dry? Eight hundred and fifty million in a week—does that sound possible to you? Aurora, stop making yourself look like a gold digger. Stop playing me.”
“I’m not lying.” I stood because sitting felt worse.
“They came. They said I have a week or they will sell me. Please. I’m begging you. I will pay it back. I swear.”
I took a step toward him.
He laughed.
The sound was sharp enough to cut.
“Pay it back? Even selling yourself wouldn’t cover a debt like that.”
It felt like a knife straight through my chest.
For a second I could not breathe. Was that what he thought of me?
“I can’t believe you would say something this disgusting, Rora. You should leave. I don’t have time for this garbage. Don’t ever beg me to save you. You’re disgusting. You slut.”
He walked out.
He did not look back.
I stood in the middle of that beautiful room with tears running down my face and a version of him I did not recognize.
The boy who called me princess an hour ago had just thrown me away like trash.
I had not even wiped my cheeks when I heard footsteps.
I turned.
A tall man was coming toward me. Cold face. Broad shoulders. Older than I had pictured, but the air around him felt different from anyone else in this house.
I knew who he was before he spoke.
Gideon Vale.
Callum’s father. The man I had never met in two years of dating his son.
I dropped my gaze.
“What is your name?”
His voice was low. Heavy. Cold.
“I’m… I’m Aurora. Aurora Brennan. I’m sorry for the noise in your house, Mr. Vale. I’ll leave now.”
I reached for my bag on the sofa.
“I will pay the debt,” he said.
My hand stopped.
“But there will be one condition.”
I turned. For the first time, I looked him in the eye.
Something in my stomach pulled tight.
“What? What did you say, Mr. Vale?”
“You heard me. Tomorrow morning. This house. You will know the condition then.”
He gave me nothing else.
No explanation. No kindness.
He left me standing alone in that enormous living room with my bag in my hand and his words still hanging in the air.
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I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 006
Aurora’s POV When I left the bathroom I went back to the dining room.Gideon was waiting. His glass was still where I had ruined it. He looked as if nothing on that table mattered now.“I’m sorry, Mr. Vale.”“It’s fine.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood. “I think we can start the party now.”The word party did not sit right in his mouth. Coming from him, it did not sound like music or guests. It sounded like a door I was not ready to open.He walked. I followed him up the stairs and down a long hall that ended in a tall white door. The rest of the house had been marble and light.This corridor felt quieter. Colder already, before he touched the handle.He stopped.“Do you remember the rules?”My throat was dry. I said them anyway.“Yes, Mr. Vale. I will be ready. I will not be late. I will not ask why.”“Good.”He opened the door.Cold air hit me first. Then the room.It was not a bedroom.The walls were dark. The lights were low. There were things I had only seen in movies
I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 005
Aurora’s POV I wore a coat over my mother’s black dress.I was not sure about any of it. Not the dress. Not the address. Not the hour written in that cold print.I did not know what waited for me there, and the not-knowing sat in my stomach the whole ride.I told the driver to go early. Eight o’clock. An hour before the schedule. If I was going to walk into something I did not understand, I wanted time to look at it first.The taxi slowed. Then it stopped.I did not move.A mansion stood behind tall gates.Lights along the drive. Guards at the entrance. The building did not look like a house. It looked like a place that had never worried about rent.“We’re here,” the driver said.“Are you sure this is the house?”“It’s the address you gave me.”I paid him and stepped out.The night air found the open collar of the coat and slipped under it. Callum was rich. I had always known that. I had never imagined his father lived like this.This was more than money. This was a different country
I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 004
Aurora’s POV I went back to that house the next morning and prayed I would not see Callum.It was my first day. I still did not know what a personal assistant to Gideon Vale was supposed to do. Follow orders. That was the only instruction I trusted.The maid opened the door with the same polite face as before. Then I saw him.Callum was coming toward me in his baseball gear, bag slung over one shoulder, cap in his hand. The second he recognized me, the softness he used to save for me was gone.Anger filled the space where it had been.“What the hell are you doing here, bitch?” His voice carried down the hall.“I told you never to come back and beg. We’re done, Rora.”“I’m not here for you. I—”“She’s here for me.”Gideon came down the stairs like the house belonged to his footsteps. Callum stopped. Confusion crossed his face first. Then something uglier.He looked at me. “Have you no shame? You came to see my father? For money?”He turned toward Gideon without waiting for my answer.
I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 003
Aurora’s POV I thought about Mr. Vale’s words until they stopped sounding like a choice.Eight hundred and fifty million dollars was not money I had ever held.It was not money I had ever imagined I could earn.Callum had not called. He had not texted. I tried his number once in the dark and the call died before the first ring.Blocked.The things he said yesterday had not come out of nowhere. They had sounded stored. Like he had been waiting for a reason to throw them at me.I tried not to think about his face. The disgust. Every time it came back, something in my chest tore a little more.At seven in the morning I stood in front of that house again.I was not here to see Callum. I was not here to apologize. I was here for his father. I was here to take money from a man I had met once.The shame sat on my tongue like metal.Was there another door after this one? I already knew the answer.The same maid opened the door.Confusion crossed her face when she saw me.“Good morning, Miss
I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 002
Aurora’s POV Standing in front of Callum’s house the next morning felt heavier than the walk here.My finger hovered over the bell and would not press it. I had repeated the words all night and they still sounded like a trap.I rang it anyway.A maid opened the door. Her smile was polite and practiced.“Hi, Miss Aurora. Mr. Callum is waiting for you in the living room.”Piano notes drifted down the hall. Soft. Familiar. Of course it was him. Callum played when he was in a good mood.He turned the moment I stepped inside. The maid left us. He crossed the room fast, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me with a smile still on his mouth.“Hey, baby. Why are you here this early? I have practice this afternoon, but it’s fine. I need to hear what my princess wants from me.”That was Callum. Always that sweet. Always the reason other girls looked at me like I had stolen something.“I… I want—”“What’s wrong? Why do you sound nervous? Come sit.”He guided me to the sofa and sat beside me, close
I Sold Myself to My Ex’s Father 001
Aurora’s POV “Open the door!” The banging grew harder. It tore me out of sleep so fast that my body was shaking before my eyes were fully open. Someone was shouting outside, raw and impatient, like they had already decided the lock was optional. I left the bedroom on bare feet. I did not make it far. Wood exploded. The front door gave in with a sound so loud I ducked and clapped my hands over my ears. Pain rang through my skull. When I looked up again, four men were inside my apartment. They were huge. Broad shoulders. Dark jackets. Faces that did not belong in a place this small. My ears were still ringing when one of them spoke. “Where is that bastard? Where is Dean?” I forced my spine straight even though my legs wanted to fold. “Who are you? What do you want? My father is not here. Get out.” My voice shook. I hated that they could hear it. The man in front tipped his chin at the others. “Check the whole place. Take anything worth taking.” They moved at once. Drawers.
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