My Family Sold Me Novels & Stories

I was so close to kissing her, but the call interrupted us. I wanted to kick Matthew when I saw him the next time, but knew I couldn't do that with my injury. Then, I received another call. This time it was Tony Spence. “Your parents sold their shares.” I nodded though Spence could not see me. “I really don’t have any control over it anymore. I don’t have enough money to buy it.” I told him honestly. I had expected it, but I just did not expect that it would come this soon.

It dropped with the weight of a guillotine. For your family. My blood turned cold. My mind broke apart. For your family. Was it what this was? A transaction? A whiskey- and guilt-conceived bargain in the closed rooms of his mind? My father always used to talk in a drowning-to-debt-island sort of manner. A bad year. A few mistakes. There were too many zeros on the wrong side. Did he get rid of me to save himself? Did he sell me? --- Two Days Later It's been Two days already

“Breathe.” I want to listen to him, but the guilt is louder. “I sold my parents’ house,” I say quietly, blinking hard to fight the sting in my eyes. “It wasn’t worth much, not after the inspection. The report said it’d cost hundreds of thousands to fix it. They told me it would be cheaper to tear it down.” Mason stiffens. “You gave him the money?” “No, not exactly,” I whisper, heart hammering. “I didn’t just hand it to him.”

When it came to me and our son, he had never once held back. And now, these gifts had become the only capital our family had left to turn things around. I made up my mind—I was going to sell every last one of them. I spent the whole day posting everything on resale sites. I needed cash fast, so I priced everything absurdly low. High-end limited editions that once commanded reverence from behind glass cases were now being grabbed up like cabbages at a market's closing hour. As the numbers in my bank account climbed with each sale, I felt the smallest knot in my chest begin to loosen.

He scuttled around with his back against me. The man added nothing to our conversation. He rose to full length. He was at least 5” 3 tall, muscular and well built. He casted one long last glance my way as he left the office. "Uncle please, Tell me what is going on? Who is the…” I couldn't finish my sentence when he cut in with a raise of his hands. “Take her away." The men grabbed my arms and began to cart me away like I was some kind of commodity. My gut twisted in betrayal and hurt. I was shattered. Just like that, I have been sold out by the only family I have ever had since my parents death ten years old.

This is real. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Holy actual shit.” This is more money than my entire family has seen in years. Enough to pay off a good percentage of the loans, hospital bill, overdue notice that ever made Mom cry in the kitchen. Enough to buy Ethan the biggest Transformers collection in the world and still have change left over for a decent life. I feel tears prick at my eyes and blink them back hard. No crying. Not here. Not when this is exactly what I sold myself for.

Their voices instantly turned flustered. My father-in-law tried to smooth things over first. "Nathan, you know her illness is like a bottomless pit. How could it be cured so easily?" I let out a cold laugh, feeling chilled to the bone. So it was true. All of it. After hanging up, I said to Mr. Walsh, "I'm not selling the shares." I sold my antique calligraphy and paintings instead, scraping together three million and transferring it to my in-laws. The shares, I would not sell.

I've known all along that my husband, Hector Greene, has been seeing another woman. However, for the past two years, even after going through all of his financial records and looking into all the women he might've come into contact with, I haven't been able to find out who she is. My parents accuse me of being paranoid. My younger brother says I'm not worthy of Hector. Only my older sister, Giselle Lloyd, repeatedly defends me. "Evelina is my sister! I won't let you guys force her to put up with this!" Ever since we were kids, Giselle has been the one who gets everything the family has to give. None of the new outfits, the chance to study abroad, or even the shares Grandpa left behind ha

They stood with their backs partially toward the hall, speaking low but not low enough. “She’s still here,” one said. “Living in his pocket. The photo was only the start.” “Callum said the debt was real, but the rest of it was her choice. She saw the money and climbed.” A short laugh. “Family toy. That’s what they’re calling her now. Even after the photo got quieter.” I stopped walking. The package felt heavy in my hands. They had not seen me yet. I could have kept moving. Instead I stood still and listened until the words settled fully under my skin.

My parents made me submit a written request to the family accountant for any expense over five dollars. They said it would keep me from becoming vain. On the day of the car accident, I sat in the ER, struggling to stay still through the pain. I charged $200 for emergency treatment to the card linked to my father's account. The bandage was barely on when my parents called to tear into me. "Who said you could steal from this family? The Bennett family has rules, and they do not include feeding parasites who bleed us dry!" They froze every card I had on the spot. The hospital discharged me because I couldn't pay for further observation. So I walked. More than ten miles back to the Bennett estat