A contract.

 A week had gone by,and the entire case about Caleb had been shut down. 

   It was six pm. Exactly six pm when Sandra and her mother finally decided to take a look at the file. The letter had said not to open the file until that time, and for some reason, they didn't.

 Florence held her daughter's hand as she scrolled through the files.

   Her eyes widened, and she slammed the paper right across the table.

     "What's wrong?" Sandra asked as she picked up the papers.

"I don't believe it" Her mother's voice came in a whisper. "Your father," she started with a pause. "Sold you"

 What?!

"and our entire belongings"

What?!

Confusion washed over Sandra as she sought for words to say. Her father sold her? That was impossible! It had to be! She wasn't a minor anymore. She was almost twenty one. Plus, no one traded humans anymore. She stared at the papers her mother had thrown,and realization dawned on her. He sold her off to pay for a fucking debt.

    "That's why...." Her mother said in realization.

     No words were needed for Sandra to understand why her father's case was dismissed in court. They claimed that there was no evidence. The man's eye was plucked out, but the entire county remained quiet. The buyer had made sure of that.

   A knock on the door gained both their attentions. They stared at each other for a minute, both refusing to move. Florence's heartbeat increased as she heard the keyhole unlock itself. The door was pushed open, and right there was the most dreaded man in their life, Anthony Maven - the buyer.

     "May I come in?" He inquired in a calm tone. Both gulped down saliva, unable to move.

  He stepped foot into the room. His escort shut the door behind him.

    Sandra watched carefully as he took a seat directly opposite her.

    "Cassandra?" He asked.

   She nodded. She could hear her mom whimpering, as well as folding the edges of her sweater.

    "Don't try anything stupid." Anthony said in reference to her mother.

  Sandra remained unshaken as she exchanged glares with the billionaire.

    "I hate wasting time,so I'll just move straight to the point.I have my lawyer here." He said, introducing the short, bald man with a laptop in hand. The man smiled sheepishly as he adjusted the blue black glasses on his nose.

    "He will state the conditions of our contract, and you will sign." 

     "what contract?" Sandra inquired, as she pulled forward. She was yet to wrap her head around all her mother had said about being sold off, but this bullshit would not stand.

   He ignored her question.

     "Speaking respectfully sir, I need you to take you and your dumb ass people out of my house!" She barked in anger.

Anthony's eyes lowered as he set his gaze on her.

     "My house." He corrected.

     "Who the fuck do you think you are?" 

     "Your owner. " He answered.

    With gritted teeth, she parted her lips go speak, but he beat her to it.

      "Hand me seventy grand right now, and I'll leave."

     " The fuck?! "

      "That's what your dumb father owes me."

      "Go get it from his carcass." She retorted, as she rose to her feet.

  No one would step into her house and tell her what to do. She would not be chained to her father's mistake.

   Her rage quickly replaced itself with fear as soon as Anthony rose to his feet.

     "Sit." He ordered.

    She crossed her arms.

      "Sit." He ordered again, with an edge to his voice.

    She looked up to him, as he towered over her.

     "Make me." She dared.

   A slight chuckle escaped his lips as his fingers massaged his cheeks.

    "Dio," he called. A person stepped forward.

    "Make her sit." He ordered.

     "With all pleasure," Dio replied.

   Sandra's eyes watched as Dio pulled out a pocket knife. Her heart beat increased as he walked towards Florence.

   The whimpering woman shivered in her seat as Dio walked up to her.

   Despite her resistance, he pulled out her left index finger and placed it on the table.

  As soon as the knife sliced the tip of her mother's skin, a scream erupted from her throat.

    "Stop! Please stop!" She pleaded, but the knife had cut through halfway.

     "I'll sit." She said as she rushed back to the sofa.

     "Good." Anthony said as he resumed his position.

  "I believe it is time we...." His voice trailed off as he glanced at the crying woman.

    "Dio, take care of that outside." He growled, before he resumed his speech.

  Dio pulled Florence out of the house.

    "As I was saying before-" 

 A loud scream paused his thoughts. Sandra jerked in fear.

     "She's fine." Anthony casually commented, as he waved his fingers in the air.

  Sandra's teeth dug into her lower lip as she fought back the reply on her tongue.

    "Back to business." He said, tapping the paper.

    "Take over," he said to his lawyer.

 The man stepped forward.

    "Good evening ma'am" he greeted, but silence followed.

 His hands formed a ball and moved towards his mouth as he coughed.

    "The terms of this agreement is quite easy. You will be with him for two years, at the very least. A wedding will be held next week where you will officially become his wife. A prenup should be expected." He glanced at her. " if you birth a female child after this ordeal, he will be responsible for child support and nothing more. If you are to however,birth a male child,he will take full custody and you can return to your normal life. In these two years,you are subjected into doing whatever he wants. Legal or not."

    Sandra raised a brow.

    "You will equally be working as a stripper in his clubs,but you are prohibited from having friends,sex with anyone,or even having unauthorized meetings with your family." 

   Sandra sighed.

   "You will be totally cared for and spent on. You will lack nothing,but if any rule is broken,be aware that the consequences can be as severe as death."

    "This is some kind of joke,right?" Sandra asked,but no one replied.

  The lawyer quickly passed the contract to her,and as she read through, her eyes widened in realization.

     "I'm not signing this shit."

     "Tell Dio to dump Sarah's body by the McDonald's dumpster. The one Troy works at." Anthony ordered.

   Sandra's lips parted in surprise. How the hell did he know of her secret boyfriend? 

    "Hand me a pen." She demanded.

    If she had to die,just so her family could live,then she would at least die in the hands of a ruthless billionaire.

It was after all better to die in a Ferrari than to die in a minivan.