My life changed drastically when Silas broke up with me. It was not like my father was any better when Silas was my boyfriend seven years back, but I always had Silas with me. I only went home to sleep. Silas had pampered me so much all my life, held me when I had no one, stayed with me late at night, and never asked me why. Silas was like a support system for me. And when he broke up with me, I was left all alone to deal with the demons of my life. I had to spend more time with my father and I started realizing how evil he was. He sold me for some money to the most dangerous Drug Lord. Tearing the note into two, I dumped it in the dustbin, holding my head. My heart was still racing, my fingers were trembling with fear. Ethan’s name alone was enough to make my body stiff with fear. I remember the days Ethan hit me first. I was attending lectures and couldn’t receive his call. He was so furious that evening that he slapped me for the first time. He regretted hitting me the very seco

My eyes widened when they fell on Ethan, my fiance. He was standing there, dressed in a black t-shirt, and a pair of brown pants, and his signature jacket was covering his broad shoulders. His dark brown curls were falling on his forehead, his green eyes staring at me with such intensity that I couldn't breathe. "Cat got your tongue?" Ethan asked me, his lips curling up in a smile, highlighting the anger in his green irises. I wanted to speak; I wanted to yell. I wanted to call Silas when Ethan grabbed my arm and started dragging me God knows where but I was paralyzed with fear and terror. Ethan was my biggest nightmare. And unlike other nightmares, this one was real and never-ending. It was like my tongue betrayed me. The words that were forming in my mind couldn't find a way to escape my mouth. I let out a choked cry when Ethan pushed me inside an empty room and turned to look at me. He was seething in anger. I cursed Silas for not allowing employees on his floor. There was no-o

"You are brave and evil." Martin said, laughing loudly, dumping his empty glass of coke, and I shrugged my shoulders, squinting my eyes. "Why would you say that, Martin? You broke my heart. I am not evil." I said dramatically, placing my hand on the right side of my chest, and Martin arched an eyebrow up. "I just saw what you did, Miss Murphy. And is your heart on the right side of your chest?" He asked me, and I glared at him, placing my hands on my hips to intimidate him. "Shut up. I was born special. Now, go and ask him to change the song. Go. Be a good boy." I said, patting his head, and Martin scowled at me, swatting my head away. "I am your boyfriend's right hand, and best friend, Miss Murphy, not a dog. Stop patting me." He hissed, and I grinned at him, running after him to pet his head."Get lost, and ask them to change the song. I want to dance." I commanded him, and Martin sucked in a breath, shaking his head but went away, huffing. I screamed in excitement when Martin m

"So your father forced you into this engagement?" Silas asked me, not beating around the bush once we were done eating our breakfast. I didn't know how to sugarcoat any of my father's deeds. I didn't know how to tell Silas I was not only forced into this engagement, I was forced to get abused. I didn't know how to put it to him without angering him that whatever he was thinking was just the surface of the ocean he had yet to discover. "He was indebted to Ethan. He had no money to offer, and Ethan kept threatening him." My words sounded pathetic to my own ears.The bitter aftertaste of my words made me feel hatred for my own self. I was trying to save my father from Silas' wrath. For what? I was trying to save him from Silas when he sold me to Ethan without a second thought. I was angry at myself for being weak. So weak. "So he sold you to that fucking bastard who thought it would be alright to raise his hand at you? Seriously, Bella? You're trying to justify your father's actions?"

"You are not taking the sofa." Silas' voice was firm when he looked at me with dark eyes, ready to slice something or rather someone into half. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my face to have a good look at the man standing in front of me. He couldn't stand up properly and he was talking about sleeping on the sofa. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic ass. "So where do you want me to sleep, Sir?" I asked him sarcastically, and he glared at me. His upper lip twitched dangerously, his dark eyes pierced into my soul. "Bed. Take the bed, Bella. I'll sleep on the sofa." He said, grabbing the pillows from my hands, and I glared at him sharply. "I get it, Silas. Your honor would get handicapped if you let a woman sleep on the sofa. But you can shove your honor down your throat for one night and sleep on the bed." I said, and he shook his head adamantly. "Bella—" "Either you let me sleep on the sofa or I'm leaving you alone. Choice is yours." I said, looking at him with a smile tha