Chapter 5 Formidable Presence

That's just the least of my worries. As he leaned forward with his elbows on his laps, inspecting me from head to toe, there was no expression on his face.

He's as unpredictable as the ocean during a stormy night. This man, whom I am about to be sold off to, doesn't like me one bit. I can tell that much.

It's a terrifying fact that chills me to my bones.

As if confirming my conclusion, he speaks up and breaks the oppressive atmosphere of the room.

"Is this a fucking child?!" He seethed quietly, but it felt like someone had attached a megaphone and shouted it instead. That's just how powerful and formidable he was.

I knew right then that, as Miguel always restrained himself from killing me whenever he hit me, this man wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I dared provoke him to.

"She's not a child. She recently turned twenty-four a few months ago," a voice said behind me, making me surprised.

I thought nobody in this house knew about my birthday. I'd always celebrated it alone since dad died, and even before he died, none of the twins ever celebrated with me or wished me a happy birthday.

I wanted to turn my head to see if my ears were playing tricks on me, but I didn't have to. It was Miguel who had spoken.

My eyes pricked with tears as I forced down my feelings to not humiliate myself in front of my soon-to-be-husband. He doesn't have to know that I'm sensitive, or else he won't marry me anymore, and I'll be stuck in this house for who knows how long.

And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get married to a man who looked like a demi god. Now, could I?

Steeling my resolve, I managed to calm my eyes down and erase any traces of emotion from my face. I raised my head higher in a show of defiance and confidence as my soon-to-be husband's eyes danced from me to the people behind me.

"So what? Is this your sister?"

My blood ran cold as I waited for Miguel or Maria to answer. Would they tell their usual lies that I was a maid who had been rescued from a trafficking brothel, or would they come clean this time?