Chapter 3: Sold for Telling the Truth
I think. As a tragic female lead, the root of my misery is falling for the male lead.
At least I didn’t end up as a housemaid. Washing clothes, sweeping floors, scrubbing tables, and doing dishes, acting all frail and strong like in the original plot.
But he said mistress!
Being a mistress… means sleeping with him!
No way am I sleeping with him!
I refused.
“Sir, how about you just divorce me? I’ll go home and eat there!”
Sebastian shot me down.
“Keep dreaming!”
“The Carter family lost my lady of the house. And sent you instead—they should have known what would happen if I found out!”
“You’d better behave yourself. You’d better behave yourself in the Whitfield estate. Unless Judge Carter brings your sister back and hands her over to me, don’t even think about leaving for the rest of your life.”
Wow, he’s twisted, dark, and totally unhinged.
I don’t like it!
I wanted to say. “Sir, please have mercy, I was wrong.”
But what came out was… “Don’t tell me you’re actually into my rebellious streak?”
“Saying you’re keeping me here because of Savannah, but really you just want to keep me by your side.”
“You’re so two-faced, Lord Whitfield!”
The moment those words left my mouth. The room went dead silent—you could hear a pin drop.
Even Claire, who hated me.
Suddenly looked at me with pity.
Inside, I was sobbing.
Hehehe… Am I going to be the first tragic female lead to die because I can’t keep my mouth shut?
Then Sebastian said, enunciating each word.
“Annie Carter, you think I like you?”
“I’ll prove to you right now. Whether I’m interested in you or not.”
I panicked.
Wait.
Why do I need to know this?
But Sebastian’s men were already holding me down.
And then…
He sold me off to…
A nightclub! Aaaaaah!
My world spun. The taste of panic sharp in my mouth. Truth or not. I was about to find out just how bad things could get in this twisted romance.
Somewhere, the author of this story was probably cackling. And I was left to pick up the pieces, one brutal truth at a time.













