I Bled to Save My Family and They Sold Me First Novel – My parents’ plane went down. The company went under. The shock of it all sent my brother into a complete mental breakdown. To avoid losing the last family I had, I went mad trying to make money. For three long years. I was drugged and tormented by my brother’s sworn enemy. I was treated like a toy by the men who used to be his close friends.
I was dragged through things I didn’t even want to name. I didn’t care. As long as they paid. As long as I could afford my brother’s treatment. I’d have crawled on all fours like a dog if that’s what they wanted. Then, right after finishing a job and on my way to see my brother, I saw the impossible. At La Belle Étoile, I saw my brother. And I saw my parents, who were supposed to be dead. “Daniel, you’ve played dead and sick long enough,” a voice said coldly. “Look at your sister—she’s all skin and bones.
Time to end this little punishment game.” Daniel Foster smiled faintly. “She deserves it,” he said. “She kept insisting that Lily should go back to her biological mother. That triggered Lily’s depression and nearly drove her to suicide.” He paused, then added casually, “But yeah, she’s suffered enough. Oh her birthday, you two come back and give her the big ‘surprise.’” “Just say the crash gave you amnesia and Lily tracked you down. I’ll ‘regain my sanity’ at the same time.” “She’ll be so grateful to Lily we’ll have our perfect little family reunion.” Richard and Eleanor Foster exchanged uneasy looks.
They felt the plan had too many holes. Daniel didn’t seem concerned. “Aurora was never the sharpest tool in the shed,” he said dismissively. “Eighteen and never set foot in a school? She’ll be easy to fool.” — I stood there quietly, listening. It felt as if a hole had been torn open in my chest, blood dripping endlessly from the inside. I wanted to cry. But my body was too exhausted. I didn’t even have the strength to shed tears. The three of them sat there eating in harmony, when a voice suddenly cut in. “Well, well.
Long time no see, Mr. and Mrs. Foster. Tired of playing along with Daniel’s charade?” The moment I heard that voice, my body began to tremble heavily. I knew who it belonged to. Vincent Lowe. My brother’s mortal enemy. Back then, because of Daniel, he had someone drug me and lock me in a dark room. He tortured me for three days and three nights. “Poor Aurora,” Vincent drawled, a lazy smile on his lips. “She hardly had a taste of the good life before she became the family breadwinner.” “For a few bucks, she’d even play the obedient dog. Honestly, she’d have been better off if she’d never come back.” Daniel’s face darkened. “Watch it. She just picks up odd jobs here and there. It’s not like she’s sunk to being anyone’s pet.” Vincent’s smile turned crooked, edged with malice. “Oh?” he said softly. “Is that so?” “Oh, I was just talking about some other poor girl.
Her family went bankrupt.” “I took pity on her, so I… helped her relax. Then we spent a few very… intimate days together.” He chuckled. “When she woke up, she didn’t cry or scream. She only asked for money.” His words sounded casual, yet heavy with implication. As if he had said everything. As if he had said nothing at all. After Daniel’s incident, Vincent had been the first to kick him while he was down. I had just paid Daniel’s hospital fees at Crestwood General Hospital and hired a caregiver when Vincent abducted me. He locked me in a basement. I was stripped bare. He drugged me, forced himself on me, and even recorded everything. “Daniel thinks he’s so above it all, doesn’t he? An untouchable saint,” he’d sneered. “Well, let’s see how untouchable he feels when you’re covered in my filth.” “Think he’ll lose his mind for good if he gets a front-row seat to his baby sister sobbing and begging under me?” I was terrified he would really show the video to Daniel. I bit through my tongue and didn’t make another sound. When he failed to get the reaction he wanted, he found new ways to torment me. By the end, there wasn’t a patch of unbroken skin left on my body. Except for my face. He’d made sure of that.