Butthurt

"I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor….." Katherine kept saying this as if she was chanting, with her hands on her head, trying to think of a way to escape.

She kept staring at the floor, and once she was done thinking, she got up and started packing her clothes. She checked her balance well. It wasn't enough but coincidentally her payment is also supposed to come tomorrow and after that she will be able to rent a house, which she has been dreaming of for ages.

"I'll get my freedom, no matter what! Yes, I'll get it!!" Katherine tried to console herself. She was really trying hard not to have a breakdown repeatedly. But no matter how much she tries, her father's betrayal keeps floating in her eyes. The thought of how her father sold her off to an arrogant billionaire without even thinking twice keeps coming back and forth in her mind.

"How can you do this dad? How can you?" Katherine said in a whisper, being