CHAPTER 2: DO IT FOR YOUR SISTER

Stella inhaled sharply. She couldn’t believe this woman’s words. She couldn’t believe this woman still hates her mother. Even after she went and destroyed her mother. Having her mother killed and all.

Stella exhaled with anger. She couldn’t believe that this woman is treating her like an animal. Selling her off to whomever she pleases. 

“You know, if you do a good job, he will probably even notice you. He might take an interest in you. Even if you’re not me,” said Amy.

“Yes! So, make sure he doesn’t notice that you’re not Amy,” said Eliza, puffing angrily at Stella. "Wait until the morning to tell him that you're Stella." She walked over to Stella and continue smiling with a wicked grinned, "Who stole her precious sister's place."

Stella gasped at her mother's schemes.

Stella's stepmother chuckled. "But by then he already slept with you. And there is nothing he could do about it." 

“Maybe you can become his mistress and you be able to live a rich life, supporting us for once," said Amy, grateful that it wasn't her who is sleeping with Mr. Whitmore. 

“Yes. Give us money for once. Good money too.”

“Yeah, I heard he’s loaded.”

“Yes. He is. He owns nearly the whole entire country. Of course, he is full of cash. Hard cash to be exact.”

Stella couldn’t believe that they’re giving her to a man three times her age. She’s only eighteen years old. She haven’t even had her first kiss, her first love, or her first of anything yet. She was still a virgin. Painful tears were stinging her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” said Amy, pushing Stella onto the fluffy bed.

Stella sniffled back her tears. She wasn’t going to let her tears fall for women like these. She was going to be strong. She got up from the bed and stood back up looking both of them in the eyes.

“Pfft. Just saved those tears. You’re going to need it later when that old man ripped you apart. They say he’s like an animal,” said Stella’s stepmother, smiling at her.

“If she’s in one piece by the end of the night, she’s lucky,” chuckled Amy.

“If shes still in one piece, the next highest bidder will get her to their heart's content. Humph!" 

“Yes. Rough or not, she’s going to have to use that body of hers to get her through her life. She will learn to love sex.”

“That’s how her mother was. So, I’m sure she will too.”

“Ha! For once she's of use." Amy, titling her head at Stella.

"Especially after all these years of feeding her. She wasn't cheap," said her stepmother. 

"Pfft. All those years are finally worth it in the end." 

“Yes. And she better do a good job tonight,” said her stepmother. She grabbed Stella's face and was gently slapping her. "She's got somewhat of a pretty face. Although she's rather hideous compared to her beautiful and gorgeous mother. But I could care less. An offer is an offer." 

“Yes,” said Amy walking towards Stella. “You see if you do a good job than this old horny man may keep you. If he finds you fun, he might come back to you. But if he finds you only good for the night then he would tell you off to the other men. Which may or may not be a crueler fate for you," sneered Amy. 

Stella frowned at her stepsister's words.

“Then you will be shared among them. The fat, the young, the ugly, the smelly ones, and so forth," smirked Amy, with her lips nearly touching the corner of her ears. 

"If you get what we're saying," chuckled her stepmother. 

“They will continue on with you until they all have a piece of you. When your full circle and no longer useful, then you will be of no use to us either.” Amy grinned wickedly at her.

Stella's stepmother laughed wickedly. 

Tears stung Stella's eyes. A tear dripped down her face and she wiped it away quickly, so no one see. No one noticed that she was unhappy. No one could see that she was hurting. They're not even considering her opinion of not wanting to be used in their scheme. 

Not even her father who stood behind his wife and daughter. He was looking at Stella and showed no ounce of care in the world for her. He shows no sympathy as he was about to give her away. He looked at her as if she was just a sacrificial lamb about to be given to the demons. 

For once, Stella looked at her father for help. Begging him to help her. But her father turned his head away and didn’t bother to look at her. Her father walked away as he didn’t care what would happen to her. Stella’s heart ached painfully at her father’s cold treatment.

Stella gasped sadly as she watched her father descend down the stairs. Stella’s heart throbbed painfully as his father was going to leave her. Leaving her behind. Leaving her to be devoured by the wolves. Ugly, nasty, hungry, horny wolves.

Stella’s father Adrian Wood is a man in his early fifties. Adrian have blond hair with blue eyes. He was a dashing man for his age. He was handsome, clean, cut, and fit.

Stella let out a soft scoff. “So, this is why you were treating me nice the past few days. You were planning to use me to pleasure this old man of your company. You were planning to use me to raise yourself in rank,” she thought.