SOLD TO BE THE BILLIONAIRES WIFE [ENGLISH]

PROLOGUE

ADRIANNE caught her parents arguing.

She rolled her eyes; this scene wasn't new in her life. They were always fighting, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She drilled into her mind that they were adults, so they should know what they were doing.

They kept on fighting, and she didn't know the reason behind it.

She didn't care.

She snapped her fingers and untied her hair. She had been at a party.

It was her friend Nicky’s birthday party. She smirked as she remembered the scene earlier at the pool area of Nicky's house.

ADRIANNE was busy sipping her mojito, watching the people around.

They were youths her age, acting like wild animals freed from their cages.

She shook her head as she saw her friend Nicky in a dark section of the pool area.

She was with Tristan, her boyfriend.

She saw how Tristan slid his hands up Nicky's thigh. Well, Nicky was wearing a bloody red two-piece swimsuit, and Adrianne had to admit that Nicky was goddamn gorgeous.

She looked away as a sudden wave of heat stirred in her lower abdomen while watching them.

People like them were busy with their own affairs.

Some were drinking, some were kissing, and some were busy having a quickie under the pool.

She remained seated, watching everyone, until she felt someone sit beside her.

She turned around and saw Justin taking a seat on the stool next to her.

"Hey," he greeted her, bringing his face close to her ear and gently biting her earlobe.

She bit her lip as she felt his hand stroking her knee, moving up her thigh until it rested right between her legs.

He smirked upon seeing her expression.

She bit her lip as he touched her cl*t under her undies. Well, she was wearing a short skirt that exposed her shapely thighs.

He cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Wildly.

His tongue slid into her mouth.

She groaned and returned his kisses, and—

She was pulled from her flashback of earlier's events when she heard what her mother said.

"She's at the right age. The person is rushing everything. There’s nothing we can do; we agreed. We have to honor what was agreed upon," her mother said, sitting down on the sofa.

Her mother massaged her head, while her father leaned back, looked up, and closed his eyes.

They didn't notice her because she was off to the side, and their backs were mostly turned toward her.

What were they talking about?

Suddenly curious, she leaned against the stair bannister and listened to their conversation.

"Are you completely out of your mind? She’s our daughter! And you’re okay with them taking her to pay off our debt?!" her father asked angrily.

What debt? She asked herself. Do they have a debt? Weren't they respected people because of her parents' business? They were rich; they had everything they wanted.

And now this?

"I don't want to either. But we have an agreement. That's why that person lent us money, and now we have all of this." Her mother stood up. "We should pay back our debt."

"No! I will not give Adrianne away!" her father yelled, glaring at her mother.

What the hell?

She was going to be used as payment for her parents' debt.

She shook her head.

"No... No... No!" She screamed and started to cry.

Feeling completely drained of strength, she couldn't take a step after what she had learned.

Everything they possessed was a lie, because it was all built on debt.

"Addie..." her father said, slowly approaching her.

Her knees gave out, causing her to slide down to the floor.

Her tears wouldn't stop falling.

"Oh Addie... Let me explain." Her father forced her to face him so his eyes could meet hers.

She kept shaking her head, angrily pushing his hands away from her face.

She stood up and ran up the stairs. She heard her father yell and call out her name, but she didn't look back.

She immediately shut her bedroom door and slid down against it, weeping uncontrollably.

Why?

What was going to happen to her life now?

She wiped her tears. She would not let them use her to pay off their debt.

She stood up, walked to her closet, and shoved her clothes into a suitcase.

She was leaving.

She would never allow herself to be handed over as payment for her parents' debt.