My Family Sold Me Novels & Stories

I had arranged the donation before I was taken. But just like everything else I did for this family and our pack, Sera had stolen the credit.

Richard came back, and I walked up to the room angrily. “Hey,” he called softly, wrapping his arms around me as we got to the room. I sighed. “I don’t want to talk right now.” He turned me around and looked down at me. “I’m not happy you sold the estate…” “I couldn’t let them walk all over me anymore, Richard. They’ve done enough,” I cut him off softly. “Are you really going to cut off your entire family?” he asked, searching my face.

I thought about the day she left for the academy, how she had hugged me so tightly at the train station and whispered that I was the only family she had ever needed. I stared at the signature at the bottom of the page, my own name looking suddenly foreign to me, like someone else's hand had written it. And quietly, with no one there to hear me say it out loud, I finally let myself admit the truth. I had just sold the one child who ever called me family.

I let out a frustrated breath and placed my hands on my waist. “And how much have you made so far?” Mom hesitated. “What else did you sell?” She sighed. “A hundred and five thousand.” I stared at her. One hundred and five thousand. After selling pieces of our home. My stomach sank. “That isn't even—” I stopped myself. There was no point. She knew. We both knew. Mom rubbed her palms together nervously. “I know you hate this situation. I hate it too. But we'll get through it somehow. I promise.”

I heard that around the time she was expelled, she even got into a fight with another student and injured her badly enough to bury the family in debt. Once she dropped out of university for good, she completely gave up and lounged around at home all day, treating Mom like a maid. I, on the other hand, spent those three years building myself up. I worked part-time whenever I could, and by the end of junior year, I'd saved enough money to start a business of my own. Then, during the summer after junior year, Mom called again. "Bianca… you haven't been home in three years. I miss you so much. Why don't you come home for the summer? Let me see you and take care of you, okay?"

Yet, I barely swallowed the last bite before my head started spinning. When I opened my eyes again, I had already been taken to a stranger's house by Mom and Dad. In a daze, I heard them negotiating the price. "Final offer—200 thousand dollars. We still have a son to raise!" "Not only is our daughter pretty, but she's also got that blessed look. I guarantee she'll bring good fortune to this whole family." My mind went blank in shock. It took me a full five minutes to realize I'd been sold. No wonder Mom and Dad had suddenly been so good to me. It turned out they were trying to ease their own guilt.

My mother and I were getting the estate ready for Thanksgiving dinner when word came that my father and my fiancé, Adrian Marchetti, had died in an explosion at the docks. In an instant, our family feast became our last meal. A bodyguard burst into the house, covered in blood. "The Don and Mr. Marchetti were ambushed by the Ferraro family at the docks. The arms warehouse blew up... there's nothing left of them. They took Matteo Valenti alive!" My blood ran cold. Adrian had told me the Ferraro boss was ruthless. The last time he'd gone after a family, he'd had the men slaughtered and their organs sold, and every woman shipped off to an underground bar and forced into prostitution! The bodygua

When the SAT results come out, the fake daughter who gets through high school by cheating and shortcuts scores a disastrous 400. My parents and older brother take turns comforting her, saying it's just a temporary setback. They even promise to take her on vacation to Eroba to help clear her head. No one cares about my result. Mom even takes away my phone so I can't check my score. From the other end of the dinner table, Dad speaks in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've already spoken to someone at the best SAT prep school. You and Chloe can enroll together. At least, you can keep each other company." My brother chimes in without even looking at me. "Don't leave the house for a while. We're taki

I listened to my mom asking with dad. "She has just hit puberty. And no one pays well for those girls who look like a kid. So, at least let her be young. By the age of 15 or 16 years, I will sell her.", Dad answered, and I gasped in shock and ran back to my room. I burst into cries. My ears were filled with my dad's words. . How could my dad even think of selling me? This thought killed the last hope I had for my family. I was always left out. I had no one with me. Today I felt a thousand times lonelier than I had ever been.

Dad sits down with us. "I know this is a difficult time for all of us, but I wanted to talk to you guys," he says, and Tay lets go of my hand and sit up straight, and waits for Dad to continue. "I'm selling Ferguson Holdings and I want you to buy it," he says looking at Tay. "But why are you selling? You love working" I ask, confused. "I'm old now and I want to spend time with my family. To make up for the lost time even though I can never replace it, I can at least try. So, what do you say?" he asks Tay.