Semua Bab Boyfriend's New Year "Surprise": He Sold Me to My Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The sedative hadn't fully worn off. I lay slumped in the back seat, too weak to lift even a finger. Gabriel Caldwell and his parents spoke in low voices, their words muffled and hard to make out.Gabriel and I had been together since college. Our relationship was steady, and we never had any conflicts.Before Christmas, he looked at me with a sincere expression and said he wanted to bring me home to meet his parents and discuss our future together.Hoping to make a good impression, I had spent several days preparing meticulously. I bought a brand-new cashmere coat, had my hair done, and brought two bottles of fine wine along with a stack of gift boxes.But the moment I sat down and drank half a glass of water poured by Gabriel's mother, Zoe Callahan, my vision began to blur.Gabriel looked aggrieved. "Evelyn, don't blame me. I had no choice. I owe them five million dollars. How could I ever pay that back? They'll really cut off my hands."I tried to curse at him, but my tongue wo

Mason stared at my face for half a minute. His expression shifted from scrutiny to something unreadable. "She looks so much like her."He reached out and brushed his rough fingers across my cheek. "She looks exactly like the woman in the photo."My whole body went rigid, and I struggled to make a sound. "Are you Mason Donovan? I'm—"A sharp smack rang out as Mason slapped me across the face, harder than Gabriel had.My head snapped to the side, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.Mason grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at him. "Who told you my name? You're here to pay off a debt. You've got some nerve trying to act like you know me."I said, "No, I really am—"He clamped his hand around my throat. "Shut up! Say another word, and I'll rip your tongue out."The pressure crushed my windpipe. I clawed frantically at his hand, but it was useless.Gabriel and his family stood off to the side, not daring to make a sound. They looked at Mason with

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a familiar room. The walls were deep blue, and the floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the estate's back garden. A photo of Mom and me sat on the nightstand.This was my bedroom at Uncle Sebastian's house. Every time I came here for summer break, I stayed in this room.A gentle voice came from beside me. "Are you awake?"I turned my head and found a middle-aged man in a white coat at my bedside, adjusting the flow rate of the IV bottle.I tried to speak, but my voice was still hoarse. "Dr. Whitmore—""Don't talk for now," Dr. Whitmore said gently. "Your vocal cords are badly damaged. You need to rest them for a while."He examined my finger. "Your finger has been set and properly secured, but the splint will need to stay on for at least six weeks."He paused for a moment before continuing, "As for your leg, there's a minor fracture in your shin, and it needs time to heal. Fortunately, it's not a full break, so it won't affect your dancing i

A week later, my vocal cords had recovered considerably. I could speak normally again, though my voice still sounded a bit hoarse. My finger still needed the splint for a few more weeks, but the pain had mostly faded.Dr. Whitmore said the fracture in my shin was healing well and that I would be able to start walking again in two weeks.…One afternoon, I was doing some light stretching in my room when Uncle Sebastian knocked and walked in. "Eve, someone wants to see you.""Who?" I asked.His expression was cold. "Gabriel. Before heading to the airport, he begged me for quite a while, saying he wanted to apologize to you."I paused for a moment. An apology? I wondered why he had finally decided to do that now."Do you want to see him?" Uncle Sebastian asked. "If you don't, I'll have someone drag him out."I remained silent for a few seconds. "I'll see him."I wanted to hear exactly what he had to say for himself.Uncle Sebastian nodded. "I'll be right outside. Call me if you