She Sold Me Off... To My Brother

"You bitch! If you even look at me with those eyes again, I'll gouge them out!"

Stella Knight glared at me, her attractive face twisting into a cruel and monstrous look.

"Stella, are you insane?"

I struggled, but I couldn't break free from the handful of men holding me.

"If our parents find out what you're doing, they'll kill you!" I shouted.

She gave me a smug smile. "They'll assume that you ran off to enjoy life abroad, partying overseas with some random guy."

Stella and I had been born in the same hospital. Somehow, we had been switched at birth.

She grew up as the heiress of the Knight family and lived the high life for 20 years, only to find out that she wasn't their biological daughter.

Then, I appeared. Outwardly, she was polite, even warm. But behind my back, she never missed a chance to mock me, especially after my parents arranged for me to marry Victor Lark. She had loved Victor for years, and so, her jealousy reached a boiling point.

I had repeatedly told her I wouldn't marry someone I didn't know, but she refused to listen. Even my parents assumed I was just being shy and didn't take it seriously.

Lately, she had been acting friendly, and I thought she believed me. When she suggested traveling abroad together, I agreed.

I never imagined that she would have me abducted and dragged out to some remote countryside.

"Stella, let me go right now, and maybe we can pretend this never happened. Otherwise…"

A loud slap echoed throughout the room.

She hit me across the face so hard that my lip split open.

But that wasn't enough for her. Her long nails dug into my cheek. Pain shot through my face, and blood dripped from my chin onto the ground.

"You dare threaten me?"

I glared at her hatefully. "You planned this, didn't you? You picked some remote location just so you could have me abducted?"

She laughed. "Not completely clueless, are you?"

Then, she added, "You brought this on yourself. I might as well make some money off you."

With that, she climbed into the car and left.

The men tossed a stack of cards at me.

"You've got one week to learn how to be a dealer."

When I read the words printed on the cards, a chill ran down my spine. Something was seriously wrong.

"This is illegal!" I shouted.

"There's no way I'm doing anything illegal," one of them replied.

His kick to my stomach knocked the wind out of me. I doubled over in pain, barely able to move.

They weren't done and yanked me upright by my hair.

"I'm not asking you. Whether you want to or not, you'll do it! Looks like you're not obedient enough. I'll show you what we can do to you if you disobey us."

In the next moment, he used a wooden stick to hit my back.

"Ahhh!"

I was drenched in cold sweat just after two strikes from them.

It was deep into the night, and all was dark and silent. I needed a proper plan.