Sold To My Killer Husband

Mila pov

It was my birthday on that day, and yeah, I was finally able to get out of the house and get rid of my abusive drunk father and horrible stepmother. I am completely clueless regarding the circumstances surrounding their wedding. I was aware that my mother had moved out of the house because she despised him and could no longer stand to be in the same place as him.

Therefore, it appears that she did not grant him the divorce!

On the other hand, I didn't really care all that much about this. The only thing I wanted more than anything was to get away from my miserable life and start over somewhere else. I wanted to start a new chapter in my life.

I had every intention of completing my senior year of high school with the goal of using the money that my mother had set aside for my college education, along with the support of my grandmother.

And thank God my dad was completely unaware of the existence of those funds! Before she left us a very long time ago, she came into my room and asked me to forgive her for abandoning me with my abusive father. She then departed.

And if I'm being completely honest, I couldn't say I blamed her one bit. Even though she was sick and didn't have much time left to live, he continued to beat the life out of her even though she was in a terminal stage of her illness. Throughout the relationship, he subjected her to mental, emotional, and physical abuse.

I was under the impression that I was significantly more powerful than she was and could keep my balance while facing him. On the other hand, I was only dreaming. As if the fact that my mother had left him was what prompted him to change his attitude toward me, which was negative. I was his prey, yes.

Despite this, my mother has abandoned me, but a part of me has always wished that we could be reunited someday in the future, provided that she hasn't passed away by then.

For me, it was just another day, but it was exciting because I was finally going to turn 18 and be able to do whatever I wanted. After some consideration, I chose to get an early start on the school day.

Going to school was indeed preferable to staying at home and toiling away as a slave; however, working as a maid in my home was incomparably worse than going to school. My stepmother was terrible, but she was still preferable to my biological father. This is the single most upsetting aspect of the situation.

Time spent in school. Although repeating the same classes year after year was tedious, I worked hard to achieve the highest possible grades to increase my chances of being accepted to a prestigious college or receiving a scholarship. In the end, most of my mother's financial legacy did not come in the form of a large inheritance. It's not even a million bucks! And I looked for a part-time job to help me rent a room elsewhere if I couldn't find a vacant room in the dorm later.

I had everything planned out, especially for the moment when my father began oddly touching me.

I was able to deal with beating, but I couldn't wait for my father to rape me because I couldn't stand the thought of it.

I scoured the area for Helen, my best friend, who was beautiful but had the name of an elderly woman.

When we were together, I would make fun of her that way. Yes, because I had so much freedom at school, I engaged in many extracurricular activities and behaved like a complete loon. As opposed to when I was at home, I was not restrained by handcuffs, and my mouth was not covered.

After wishing me a happy birthday and continuing to make the most of our day, she informed me that it was finally time for me to experience hell.

"Mila, happy birthday... So, tell me, what exactly do you have planned for that day of miracles?" She came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders.

"run away." I gave her a wink, and although we laughed about it together, she was clearly worried about me. She was well aware of the fact that my father was not a morally upstanding individual, which meant that he posed a threat to my life. When I was younger, I frequently went to school with scrapes, bruises, broken bones, and sprained legs and arms. Nobody came to my rescue when I was in a lot of pain. NO ONE.

At home, my father constantly blamed me for almost everything, and the reason he blamed me the most was that my mother had left him, so getting punched in the face was something that happened on a daily basis and was completely normal.

Because it was my birthday, and I couldn't allow him to ruin the day for me, I did everything in my power to leave school and get home as quickly as possible.

As soon as I walked through the house's front door, I noticed my father standing by it, looking at me in a menacing manner as if he had been anticipating my arrival.

I paid him no attention and went to the kitchen, searching for something to eat. On the way, I looked around for my stepmother, but I couldn't find any sign of her. And when I realized that, I completely lost it.

He laughed loudly and exclaimed, "It's your fucking day, bitch!"

I rolled my eyes and asked my father with a groan, "Not today, please." I begged him.

But no way, he was already drunk like he always was by this time of the day. He pressed me against the wall and said, "Speak badly, and I will kill you." I was in danger because of his actions. And in response to the excruciating pain, I screamed.

"what could possibly go wrong?" I managed to stifle a breathless utterance while simultaneously attempting to keep myself composed and get to my feet.

He made a chilly statement while raising an eyebrow and saying, "When your mother left me, I almost spent every penny on drugs and alcohol, as well as red night with whores and this bitch upstairs. Therefore, to get back on the right track and stand firmly on my own two feet, I finally could purchase the nightclub of my dreams, but the money wasn't mine; rather, I had borrowed it from a wealthy businessman. After two years, it's finally time for him to collect his loan and the interest accrued on it." My father moved into a more intimate position next to me.

I took a shallow breath nervously, "I don't understand. Since you make a good living, you should give him the money he paid you back." I remarked in a non-confrontational manner.

My dad gave me a devilish grin and said, "yes, but why should I give him the money with interest if I have something else?!!"

I remained immobile while wracked my brain to make sense of what he was saying, but I could not draw any conclusions from his conundrum.

"Then you should give it to him!" I couldn't help but blurt it out.

He came at me with great haste, pinning me between his arms and his chest as he did so. "The answer is yes, and he agreed to it... So... from this point on, you belong to him."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I yelled and tried to shove my father away while he was holding onto me.

I tried everything I could think of to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks, but I was helpless. He shouted in a completely disgraceful manner, "Do you believe that I was given the opportunity to choose? I care more about the money than I do about you, and he has indicated that he is interested in you."

"I despise you, and I despise you, I despise you... I HATE YOU. And thank god it's my birthday today, which means I'm finally eighteen and can leave your fucking house for good. I don't understand why you have such strong feelings of animosity toward me. I am your daughter, you fuckhead. Fuck you." I yelled at him while directing disgusted looks in his direction.

"You really ought to be thrilled about the fact that you are his... You are still unaware of the identity of that person at this time. And yes, I am more dedicated to my nightclub and the wealth it brings me than you. Because I didn't have much time, I wasn't able to fuck your ass as thoroughly as I used to fuck your mother's. This irritates me." As I was climbing the stairs, he hurled his foul and repulsive words at me, and with each word that came out of his mouth, I ran even faster to my room to pack my things and get out of the house.

After storming into my room, I quickly packed my belongings, used the key to lock the door, and then stormed out of the room, passing him on the way.

However, I was so dense that I didn't even notice that he didn't follow me or even try to stop me.

Because he knew what awaited me, he knew I had reached the age of eighteen. I was wrong about his intelligence; he wasn't as dim as I had imagined. Everything was according to his master plan.

I didn't give it a second thought that for financial gain, my father would ever consider selling me to another man. He didn't need any financial support. The problem is that he did it on purpose! I didn't give a rat's behind about whatever was going through his head because it was irrelevant to me. He was a crazy, filthy one who deserved to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

Additionally, the birthday gift that he gave was well received.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number for a taxi as the strange black car continued to block our gate. I had no idea what was happening when I was dragged to that black car, but as I screamed and struggled against the men who had a firm grip on me, they splashed something on my face, and I immediately blacked out and lost consciousness.

Mila pov

Before they drugged me, I had the time and the guts to cuss, shout, and fight against the men in black suits who were attacking me. They weren't injured in any way, at least not by me. On the other hand, I flipped around and tried to strike them with my fist, which was a useless use of my strength.

"If you don't let me go, you jackasses are going to pay for this in the end." They pushed me into the center of those two hulking muscleheads after I threatened them and tried to unlock the door on my side.

My threats, of course, didn't compel them to change their position in the least. Simply by laughing at what I had to say, they were making fun of me "Princess, you need to take it easy. You are not going to go anywhere by doing this. So, relax." And one of them remarked while remaining composed and keeping a straight face. I attempted to give him a punch to the face, but I was unable to.

I cried out in the direction of the other cars, in the hopes that one of them would hear me and come to my aid. But hell no, no one heard me, or perhaps they chose to disregard what I said.

"let me go now." I yelled to the top of my lungs in the vain hope that it would annoy them, and it did work in some strange way; one of the four guys grumbled, "Could we give her some kind of drug or something? She is giving me a severe headache right now." When he was speaking to the other men, he said it with a sour tone.

As though I were completely insignificant.

"No, the boss wants her to be awake and alive," The other man remarked in an authoritative manner.

"Who the hell is that cocky Boss? I am not familiar with him. Please let me go. Anything that will buy back my liberty, I will do. I beg you, make it stop. My daily ordeal of physical abuse and verbal abuse at the hands of my father was more than enough for me. Please let me go. Do you not have any kids of your own? Please." I yelled at them and then attempted to give them something that could convince them, but when I looked at their looks, I understood that my plan wasn't going to work out very well. So at that point, I decided to start making an emotional impact on each of them.

"you will meet the Boss soon. Little Princess." They laughed it off.

What a bunch of cold-hearted men! As if I didn't say anything. They simply put on a show of deafness toward me.

"I am not your f***ing princess, for f**sake!" I shouted at him once more, this time in a really angry tone.

"Put an end to your screaming right now. You are owned by the most powerful man in the entire world. Therefore, cheer." I was given an explanation by one of them.

And to be perfectly honest, he caught me off surprise. It was as though the shock rendered me speechless.

I sobbed again and over again till I was on the verge of drooling my spit.

A scowl formed on one of their faces, and then one of them spoke in a commanding manner, "I beg you, put an end to your tears. You are a major source of annoyance."

I sobbed, "please let me go. It is the day of my birthday. I can now say that I am eighteen years old. I long to be independent. I'm not a slave."

"Relax, it will be over in a few minutes. You will be at your own house." Someone smiled warmly at me while examining my features.

It was obvious that he felt sorry for me, and I could sense that he wanted to put an end to everything, but he was hesitating. He had such a pleasant appearance, unlike the others who appeared to be emotionless.

And I began to harass them in an increasingly frenzied manner, saying the same line over and over: "let me go, let me go, let me gooooooo...." In top to that, they sprayed that liquid all over my face. I was briefly overcome with lightheadedness, and my eyesight became hazy.

"What the living hell are you trying to do to her? You will die at the hands of the Boss!" The second man was startled by the horrified scream that one of the guys let out.

"I I I couldn't bear to see her sob any longer. Have you been listening to what she has to say? Her father was abusive to her. The child appeared to have been subjected to severe physical or sexual abuse by her father. Her arms were covered with bruises all over. I have no doubt that the Boss would comprehend the reasoning behind my actions." The man explained it to his peers.

Oh, I have no doubt in my mind that he will try to take your life!

And at that point, I was totally unconscious and existing in an other universe.

To wake up totally naked –

In a luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed and an enormous oil painting of myself hanging on the wall.

I couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming. I blinked a few times and took another look all about me before continuing. The bedroom was wonderful; it made me feel as though I was staying in a royal residence or something. Despite the fact that my head was still spinning, I recalled what had happened to me, and I came to the conclusion that it wasn't a dream but rather a reality nightmare.

When I checked myself by touching my body, I realized with absolute certainty that I was absolutely naked in that odd and magnificent setting. I had no clothes on at all.

However, why? and why is there an oil painted photo of such a massive size for me?

I was at a loss for answers, and I felt as though my skull was about to burst open. Until I...

Ace Lincoln's POV

It has been a week since the time that jerk was supposed to return the money that he owes me. Back then, two years ago, in order to get back on his feet and launch his nightclub, he took out a loan for one million dollars. Due to the fact that it was part of my profession, I did not have any reservations about lending him the money. I am known as a loan shark because I charge extremely high interest rates on anything.

This time, though, his interest was not in money but rather in his daughter.

My money collectors came to me that night and informed me that he was not prepared to pay when it came time to collect the money along with the interest on it.

When I found out that he was making a lot of money through his gaming tables every night, I couldn't help but become enraged, and I came dangerously close to destroying my office.

"Then kill him." I yelled, completely losing control of my fury at that point.

However, my right hand stepped in and excused me, saying, "Mr. Ace, he stated he wants to pay but not by money."

I cocked my head to the side, wondering what could possibly be more valuable than money and "by what precisely."

My right hand made a shrugging motion, "He mentioned that he want to have a face-to-face conversation with you on this issue. And he promised that if you did not agree with the terms of the deal, he would return your money plus interest."

I laughed it off and said, "Okay, let's go now and scare the living daylights out of him."

I had every intention of walking into his nightclub and knocking him out, but I decided to listen to him first. I had a short fuse, but not when it came to maximizing my earnings potential. I used to be an antique collector, so I was always aware of when and where to find the best deals.

Because I was in a hurry, I took my limo. As is customary, my bodyguards accompanied me until we reached his nightclub. I stormed inside while stomping my feet in wrath; I was restraining myself from either murdering him or shutting down his f'cking club before he could spew a syllable from his vile mouth.

I assisted him since he had been one of my most devoted guys in the past. That was the sole factor that forced me to hold out for a period of two years before I requested my money.

I stormed into his office and slammed the door behind me as soon as I was there. He jumped off his chair; a nasty whore was on his lap already; I snapped my fingers, "get the fuck out now." I commanded her.

She was so rushed that she didn't even have time to readjust her clothes. She fled the office in a panic, just partially clothed and in her underwear.

Yes, I am quite well known among all of the people that operate in the underground sector. If I'm not going to murder whoever is in front of me, I don't bother talking to anyone.

I scratched my chin, marched over to him, and grabbed him by the collar, asking, "where the f*** is my money?"

He hiccupped uncomfortably and smiled foolishly as he did so "Could you please calm down? Mr. Ace. Sir... What I got is a fantastic deal, I think."

I had a solid grasp on his jaw, and I tightened it, almost causing his jaw to fall, while gritting my teeth "I just do not have the luxury of wasting time. Say it now."

He coughed and gestured for me to release his neck while he cleared his throat. He took a few long breaths before uttering the words "my daughter" unexpectedly.

I cocked my head and snorted in response "Are you trying to pull a fast one on me? What sort of things should I engage in with your daughter?"

He took a photograph out of his wallet and handed it to me "Please see. She is stunningly beautiful and has never been TOUCHED."

I had no way of describing the emotions I was experiencing at the time. I had never relished or tasted a virgin before. Because I was aware that I was cruel and fierce, and despite the fact that I was a badass and an asshole murderer to everyone without compassion, I did not like coercing any lady or mistreating her in any way. Not to mention the fact that she was a very gorgeous virgin teenager.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you believe that your daughter is worth two million dollars?" I was curious.

"She's a good girl," he said with a shiver and a shudder on his face.

My guess is that he was at a loss for words.

I leaned forward, folded my arms over my chest, and pondered for a long, "if that's the case, why are you selling her?"

He gave a cold shrug of the shoulder and asked indifferently, "why not?"

I expletives, "father, you are a f*cking jerk. Okay, deal. I'm going to take her."

He quickly and enthusiastically responded, "In a few days, she will turn eighteen years old. You are free to come and take her with you."

I stopped him in his tracks by putting out my hand "no, not me. Nothing to worry about, my men will handle it."

I got up and walked out, and my guys followed behind me. I took her photo and couldn't stop gazing at her face, as if I were already head over heels in love with her despite not having yet seen her in person. I had never experienced anything like that before. Seriously! Never occurred.

I let out a sigh, thinking to myself that wasting two million dollars on a woman was silly. I cherished wealth more than I did my own life. I suppose this is the reason why my right-hand man asked me as we were leaving, "Sir, are you serious? We have a few options for selling her, including an auction. She is not worth up to that amount of money."

I cocked my head in his direction, "I want to have her. On the evening of her birthday. I'm fascinated."

I was! Seriously! No idea.

Even though I was sleeping, I took her photo with me in my arms like I was a teenager. It was almost as though I wanted to give her a hug and a kiss. I could hardly contain my excitement over finally talking to her.

I started taking care of things the following morning when I got up. I requested that my guys upgrade the furnishings in my room to create a more comfortable bedroom for me. And hurriedly paint a picture for her to give to her.

Yes! It was important to me to hang a photo of her in the focal point of the room.

I was afraid that after meeting her and holding her in my arms and putting her under my body that I would lose interest in her.

After all, I did not have a very warm feeling about virgins. After all, I was rough and tough, but I wasn't a sexual junkie. I only fuck whenever the mood strikes me, nothing more.

My cock didn't control me. I was in charge of everything and everyone in my surrounding environment. But perhaps it was because it was something fresh and exciting for me, like getting a new doll or toy... This is the reason why I had such a strong desire to participate in such an extraordinary adventure.

I had the same thought.

That is, until my men dosed her with drugs and brought her to my bedroom.

I couldn't restrain myself when I saw her angelic features and the bruises on her arms and back.

She was sleeping like a darling angel. Like a little child. Hopeless, helpless, and vulnerable all at the same time.

I stepped back and gently, carefully closed the door behind me "Who was the person responsible for that? I said I want her awake."

One of my men spoke out loud with difficulty, "She was shedding tears. And I couldn't see her in that case. She said that her biological father had attempted to rape her and-"

And in a fit of rage, I covered his lips while clenching my teeth, "Get him immediately, tie him up, and take him to the room where he will be tortured. I will catch up with him first thing in the morning. However, at this time I do not want anyone to disrupt us,"

They left. After that, I made my way back to the room. I didn't undress all the way, either. I did nothing except sit there on the chair I had brought in front of her. I was sitting there waiting for her to open her eyes.

I heaved a sigh and got to my feet, carefully removing her clothing piece by piece so as not to startle her. I stripped her down to her underwear in order to have a better look at her. After that, I draped the bedsheets over her body to hide it. Even though I didn't dislike the way her body looked, I couldn't bring myself to touch her. However, due to the fact that she was stunning and reminded me more of a princess than anything else, I wanted to treat her in an appropriate manner.

My guys had already begun doing their tasks and were in the process of gathering all of the information they could about her at that moment. Since I made an arrangement with Mila's dad, they'd been working on it for days.

I waited too long, but she was comfortably sleeping, so I decided to take a quick shower. Because I couldn't sleep all night, I was completely worn out.

To calm both my body and my mind, I strolled into the shower, sat down in the tub, and then showered with water that was just slightly warmer than room temperature.

The girl's purity drew my attention. She was unique in her own way. Despite this, there was a significant age difference between us; she was just eighteen while I was thirty at the time.

That was a really large disparity! Twelve years was much. I was unable to determine whether or not it would be simple to treat her appropriately as a lady. I didn't know if she would be able to fulfill my requirements and stoke the flames of my raging sexual need, but I was certain that I liked that girl and that I desired for her to be mine and to live with me for the rest of our lives together.

It was a call on my mobile phone. I suddenly recalled that I had placed it on the nightstand that was located next to the bed. As a result, I leaped off the bathtub as quickly as possible in an effort to retrieve it. I didn't want her to freak out. I was also still naked except for the towel that I had wrapped around my waist.

As soon as I got near to the bed, I noticed that she was looking at me in a stunned and dumbfounded manner. Because of the way that her eyes kept darting between me and the portrait of her that was painted on the wall, I assumed that she had gone into a state of panic when she realized that she was undressed and lying on a different bed.

"Mila," I whispered softly as I moved closer to her for her comfort. She wrapped the covers around herself and then questioned me about it "Who are you, exactly? Why am I in this place? And why is there a painting of myself hanging on the wall, and why are you not wearing any clothes?"

I heaved a sigh, "That is, your father, he Sold you to me. But you shouldn't be afraid."

She made a statement that was completely unexpected and startling "You do not frighten me in the least. But I didn't see a naked-handsome man like you before."

"What!"