Taming My Bad Boy Husband

“Honey, I am telling you. You are not going to sell our child to that man. You can give Elsie instead!” A woman in her 40s shouted at her husband, sitting on the couch and placing his hand on his chin. “Marrying her off does not mean I am selling our daughter. We don’t have a choice. This is our only way to help our business. We are lucky that the Valencia family approach to help us. Honey, Elsie is still in college, not Damara, who is old enough to marry him.” They are Madam Olivia and Sir Damian. My foster parents who adopted me when I was young. I lost my parents in a fire. I don’t even know if I have relatives. Sir Damian tried his best to find and contact them, but years have passed; we cannot track them down. “If you want to marry our daughter to save the business you can just try the Daurelle family. They are much better and have almost the same amount of money like the Valencia’s! Aside from that, he already told us he wanted—” I decided to walk away, never wantin

I was frozen the moment his eyes met mine. His sharp eyes turned my body into stone. I can’t move! “Get out!” He shouted in anger that made me abruptly close the door and run to where I could hide. I saw another room with white door and that is where I decided to hide. I immediately close the door and lock it. “Oh, man. First day in his house, I made him furious!?” I lay down on the floor, getting teary-eyed by how it affects me. I really don’t want to get shouted; it makes my heart aches. I calm myself down. I breathe in and out, like father told me whenever I experienced this. After moments of time, I finally help myself calm down. It almost dark and I heard Madam Theresse knocks at the door, telling me to come out but I was so ashamed of what happened earlier. I can’t face any of them, especially him. “I wanna go home. I want to talk with father in my room,” I silently cries and hugs my knees as I sat in my bed. I slowly looked at the door when I heard the do