My Family Sold Me Novels & Stories

I was starting to enjoy the show. "Are you out of your damn mind?! Are you really dragging your father's name into this?!" Mr. Thorne roared, his face contorted in fury, a finger jabbing accusingly in my direction. I met his glare steadily, though a flicker of pain touched my eyes at the mention of my father. "My father," I said softly, a temblor of sadness in my voice, "my poor father has nothing to do with this. My decision is final. Now that he's gone, I won't let this company fall into the hands of Thorne Bank – no alliance, no merger, nothing. I'm selling it to the Belluci family." I paused, letting the weight of my next words sink in. "It's simply the cleanest way to cut all ties with

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

Which I did. That night, the Rhodes house felt smaller than usual. We had long since sold anything we could to stay afloat, the spare car, the backyard tools, even Dad’s signed posters from his racing days. The kitchen light buzzed faintly as I opened the envelope and read the contract under the yellowed glow. Twenty pages of clauses, restrictions, and promises all for the price of pretending. “Absolutely not,” my mother snapped the moment I explained it, she didn’t even wait for me to finish. “You are not selling yourself to that boy. To that family”

The last bit of warmth and expectation I felt for them went cold. Maybe this was a good thing. If we broke apart completely as a family, at least I could finally relax. I wiped the tears from my face and avoided looking at any of them. I took out my phone and made a call. “Mr. Bateman? I’m an owner at Millennial View. I’d like to sell my home. Yes, I want it sold immediately. The sooner the better.” The second I said that, the living room burst into chaos.

I am the sole heir of the Corsini family, the biggest mafia family in North America. The first Don left behind one ironclad rule: blood comes before everything. But ever since I was a kid, I've fainted at the sight of blood. Even the smell of gun oil makes me sick. So my father chose Arthur Cole, who had once saved my life, to sit at the negotiating table for me. He'd serve as acting Don, one year at a time. Every Christmas Eve, I had to press my signet ring into the wax before he could run the family for another year. In those ten years, I never once interfered in family business. Everyone thought the annual seal was just a formality. Then Arthur fell for Vivian Miller, a senator's daughter

"You think I lost thirty million dollars for you? For us?" I flinched. "I did that because I'm tired!" He hit the seat between us with his fist. The driver didn't look back, eyes straight on the road, pretending not to hear. "I'm tired of them selling you! Your father sells your photo to three men. Sebastian sells your video to me. My father sells you to the press as the perfect wife. Everyone sells you like you're a thing! Like you're not even a person!" He was breathing so hard his chest rose and fell under his white shirt.

Among the three children in my wealthy family, I was the biggest embarrassment by a long shot. My eldest sister, Eliana Spencer, was busy preparing to inherit the family business, while my younger brother, Alistair Spencer, the fake heir, was busy attending parties. As for me, the real heir who had been brought back from the mountains, I was sent to the old family residence to care for my paralyzed grandfather. In my first month caring for him, the family transferred $150 as my nursing allowance. I did not think anything of it. After all, Eliana knew how to make money for the family, and Alistair knew how to keep our parents happy. All I knew how to do was grow vegetables and raise chi

Nine months ago, my younger sister Bianca and I were kidnapped at the Chicago docks. She saved me from an attacker. But when she woke in the hospital, she couldn't remember who she was. Instead, she believed my fiancé, Adrian De Luca, was the man she loved. My family begged me to play along until she recovered. “It's only an act,” Adrian promised. “Once she's better, everything goes back to normal.” Because Bianca had saved my life, I agreed. Then our engagement trip to Sicily became her recovery trip with Adrian. She moved into the lakefront safe house Adrian and I had chosen for our marriage. My fingerprint access was erased, our bedroom was redecorated for her, and my clothes disappeared

My family always used me as an example to teach Yvette Langley, my twin sister, a lesson. When we were little, my mom would purposely leave me alone on the street. She would let Yvette watch me break down in tears so she would learn never to wander off. My brother, Martin Langley, would get kids from outside school to corner me in an alley. He wanted Yvette to see me get slapped and forced to my knees so she would learn to stay away from troublemakers. So I became more and more timid, and they grew to like me less and less. Then, the day before the SAT, my mom gave me an order I could not refuse. “Tomorrow, you’re going to turn in a blank SAT.” I stared at her in shock. Tears filled my

We were just a product of wrong parenting, society's misfits. I sighed for the hundredth time that night. Ahead of us, I saw the three monsters talking to an elderly couple while taking measured looks in my direction. My heart clenched, I knew the old woman. She was part of the first family, Lucian was indeed right. My family was selling me as a bartering chip to gain more power and influence. Being friends with the Zorya and gaining the trust of the first family. My family is becoming more monstrous than they were already are.