The price of Dignity Never In my wildest dreams would I think that my parents would be the ones to sell me off like a piece of cake, like my existence meant nothing to them. “You will be getting married soon, and there will be no excuses,” my father said, his voice firm. No remorse. No concern. No apologies whatsoever. Sometimes, I question if my father really wanted to have children of his own or he did it because of his wife, my mother who was in dire need of a child even if it was at least one. “To who?” I asked sternly, even though it felt like I already knew the answer. “Denzel Connor Adams,” my mother replied slowly. “Denzel Connor Adams!” I repeated in disbelief. “Dad! Mum! How?! I felt nauseous, replaying some old events I've heard about this same man.The name alone sent a cold rush through me. Denzel Connor Adams—Powerful, Mean, Ruthless, Handsome. A CEO whose presence dominated every Gala we have ever attended, who stared at people like they were business transactio
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