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2026-10-01 19:29:47Aurora’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 should not have watched alone at night.
Leather. Metal. A bench that did not belong in any house I understood. My feet stopped on the threshold.
“Mr. Vale… what is this? Why did you bring me here?”
Behind me, the lock turned.
I spun.
He stood between me and the only way out, as calm as he had been at dinner.
“You just recited the rules,” he said.
“And then you broke them. Do you know there is a punishment for that?”
“A punishment?”
My heart was beating too hard. It felt like it wanted out of my chest. He walked toward me until there was almost no air left between us. I could smell the wine. I could smell him.
“Mr. Vale—”
“Yes, Aurora.”
He said my name like he had been saving it. Something low in my stomach answered before I could stop it.
I was still staring at his eyes when his hands found the belt of my coat. He pulled. The knot gave. The coat slid off my shoulders and hit the floor, and I was only my mother’s dress and the cold.
“What… what do you want to do to me, Mr. Vale?”
“Punish you,” he said. “For asking.”
His face came closer. My body forgot how to push him away. Strength left my arms the way heat leaves a room when a window opens.
His hand touched my arm. Slow. Bare skin under his palm.
“My son will regret throwing you away.”
“I—”
“Shh.” His finger landed on my mouth.
“You don’t speak in here unless I allow it.”
His eyes were on my lips now. The same way they had been at the table.
“Mr. Vale—”
I did not finish.
His mouth was on mine.
The shock went through me first. My eyes flew open. My hands landed on his chest, ready to shove.
His kiss was not clumsy. It was not asking. It was taking the air I had been using to argue.
He spoke against my mouth.
“Do your job,” he said, “and you don’t have to sell yourself to them.”
The number came back all at once. Eight hundred and fifty million. A week that was already dying. A contract he could tear in half before I ever reached the debt collector.
He broke the kiss and looked at me.
“Do you understand how this game works?”
I said nothing but nodded.
He kissed me again.
This time I closed my eyes.
This time I kissed him back.
The thought arrived anyway, ugly and clear.
Was this what it meant? Selling myself to my ex’s father?
The kiss went deeper. His hand cupped the back of my head and held me there. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I made a sound I did not mean to make.
The hands on his chest stopped pushing. They slid up. They found his neck. They stayed.
It felt wrong.
It also felt good.
I was kissing the man whose son had called me a slut and walked out of the room. I was kissing the man who had bought my year.
I knew both of those things. My body did not care enough to stop.
He walked me backward until the wall caught my spine. His mouth left mine and found my throat.
The edge of a kiss that was not gentle.
His hand settled on my hip. Then it moved. Down. Over the black fabric. Onto my thigh.
“Mr. Vale… I think… I think we can’t do this.”
He did not answer with words. He pressed his face into the side of my neck and breathed there like he had all night.
His hand grew bolder on my thigh. The hem of my mother’s dress climbed with it. Cool air touched skin that had been covered a second ago.
“Ahh— Mr. Vale… wait—”
He stopped.
Not far. Just enough to look at me. His eyes were darker than they had been at dinner. His mouth was still close.
I swallowed.
“I… I’m still a virgin.”
The smile that crossed his face was slow.
I knew, immediately, that I had said the wrong thing.
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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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