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"There's one condition, though," Uncle Wesley said."What is it?" I asked."Whoever you date in the future, you have to bring them to me first." He looked at me seriously. "I need to vet them. I won't let any scumbags get close to you again."I couldn't help laughing. "Alright, I promise."Sunlight spilled over me, warm and gentle. My finger was still in a splint, and my throat still ached faintly, but I felt lighter than I ever had before.I had a family. I had a solid foundation behind me. And I had the strength to protect myself. Everyone who hurt me would pay the price, and I would keep moving forward.…A week later, my voice had mostly recovered. It was still a little hoarse, but I could speak normally. My finger was still immobilized, but the pain was almost gone. The fracture in my calf was healing well, and Dr. Monroe finally cleared me for light rehab.That afternoon, I was in my room doing some basic stretches when someone knocked on the door."Rosaline." Uncle Wesl
Sold Me Like Goods—Now He's Paying the Price Chapter 6
The dull ache in my finger eased a little more each day. The burning in my throat slowly faded, too, though talking was still hard. My voice was so soft that it barely sounded like my own.On the morning of the fourth day, the bedroom door opened. Uncle Wesley walked in, holding a stack of papers. His expression was calm, but there was a quiet finality in it, like the dust had already settled."It's all taken care of," he said, setting the documents down in front of me. "They've signed. They'll be sent away tonight."I picked up the papers and slowly flipped through them. The contents weren't complicated. Finn and his family had voluntarily signed a long-term overseas labor agreement, agreeing to work at a mining project under Uncle Wesley's name.All wages would go toward repaying their debt until the 500 thousand dollars in principal and the corresponding interest were fully paid off. The pay scale was written out in black and white, calculated according to the local minimum wage
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It was the room I stayed in every summer."You're awake?"A gentle male voice came from beside me. I turned to see a middle-aged man in a white medical coat standing by the bed, adjusting the IV drip."Dr. Monroe…" The moment I spoke, my voice came out rough and broken."Don't talk yet." He stopped me. "Your vocal cords are badly damaged. You need to rest them."He checked my hand. "Your finger has been reset and immobilized. This cast can't come off for at least six weeks. As for your leg, there's a slight fracture. You'll need to stay off it for a while, but don't worry—it won't affect your dancing in the future."Only then did I finally exhale in relief. My leg was fine.The door opened, and Uncle Wesley walked in. He had changed into loungewear, but the chill in his expression hadn't faded. He asked, "How is she?""Her body will need time to recover, but there won't be any lasting damage," Dr. Monroe answered carefully. "The psychological trauma, however… that will be up to
Sold Me Like Goods—Now He's Paying the Price Chapter 4
The air seemed to freeze.Uncle Wesley suddenly lowered his head, his gaze locking onto the gemstone necklace. He'd personally sketched the design and had it custom-made as a gift for Mom's 20th birthday.He slowly lifted his head. This time, he really looked at me. His eyes moved from the loose strands of hair on my face, down to my lips, pressed tightly from the pain.Finally, he looked straight into my eyes. His voice carried an obvious tremor when he spoke. "…Rosaline?"I tried to answer, but all that came out of my throat was a broken whimper.Donald took a step forward, a fawning smile on his face. "Mr. Olson, this woman kept insisting she's your niece. I've already dealt with her for—""Dealt with her?" Uncle Wesley slowly turned his head, his eyes so cold that they held no trace of warmth. "What exactly did you do to her?"That look made a chill run down Donald's spine. He said weakly, "I-I just made her drink a little and broke one of her fingers… Women like her won't l
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The door swung open, and several men in black suits walked in. The one in the lead looked to be in his early 30s. He had a scar running across his face and a cold, sinister gaze."Mr. Olson will be here soon." The scarred man glanced at me. "She's been taken care of?""Yes, of course." Peter smiled sycophantically. "Take a look at her. She looks just like that person, doesn't she?"The scarred man came closer, crouched down, and studied my face carefully.My heart plummeted. It was Donald Dimm. My uncle, Wesley Olson, had mentioned him before. He said he was ruthless but not yet a core member of the clan.Unfortunately, that meant… he didn't know who I was.Donald stared at me for a long time. His gaze shifted from appraising to strange. "She does. She's almost identical, damn it."He reached out, brushing the rough pad of his thumb across my cheek. "She's exactly like in the photos."I went rigid, but I forced myself to speak. "You're Donald Dimm, right? I'm—"Donald slapped
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"Mom, don't scare her." Finn put on a fake show of stopping Connie, then turned back to me, softening his tone. "Rosaline, I really have no other choice. That money… They'll make sure I'll never get back on my feet."The drug was slowly wearing off. Feeling returned to my limbs; my tongue finally started to move. I drew in a deep breath and forced out a hoarse but clear sentence. "Get the hell away from me!""What did you just say?" Finn's expression instantly darkened.He abruptly grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. "I'm warning you, Rosaline—think carefully before you open your mouth."My scalp burned with pain, but I stood my ground. "I said, I'm not agreeing to this. What you're doing is a serious crime, and I'll call the cops on you."His palm cracked across my face. My vision went white. A roar filled my ears, and the metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue."Give you an inch and you really think you're something, huh?" He gritted his teeth and glare
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