LOGINShare
Sold Like A Property?
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56How would you feel if you worked your butt off for two years, working from 4 in the morning to 10 in the evening to tirelessly support your husband in his career, only to end up getting sold by him in return?
Like cow dung dug up and smeared all over your face!
That's how Shamsiya felt right now.
Like a smelly piece of shit people were too sickened by to keep within reach, Nick sold her off to a stranger to pay off his gambling debt. Shockingly enough, the bastard wasn't even ashamed. He had the cheek to say to her face that he had the right to do whatever he wanted with her because he was her husband!
"I am not your property! You can't sell me off like an object!" Shamsiya screamed, throwing the vase in her hand.
The bastard dodged and snarled. "You bitch! How dare you throw a vase at me? You should be grateful I married an orphan like you!" Not to be outdone, he lunged at her and kicked her in the stomach, causing her to double over and groan. He rained down punches on her hunched form until she crashed to the ground.
"I was too kind to house an ungrateful slut like you! Should've left you on the streets! Selling you off is letting you off easy!" He delivered another vicious kick to her stomach, spat on her battered figure, and stormed out of the room.
With a deafening bang, he shut the door and an audible click entered her ears. With her sluggish mind, it took her a while to register she was locked inside.
Shamsiya wheezed, her ribs protesting painfully with every inhale of breath and cough.
She never expected such a rude awakening. Her painstaking efforts for a family turned out to be nothing more than an illusion. Ever since she could remember, she had always been alone. Nobody liked her in the orphanage because of her mixed blood, and everyone made fun of her during her school years.
Because of the nasty comments of her playmates in the orphanage and classmates at school, she became a loner. Not by choice, but by circumstances.
Since she was hated by everyone around her, she became introverted and kept to herself. She had no friends, no relatives, and no one to call family.
So when Nick Jackson proposed to her after their high school graduation, she married him without a second thought.
There was no wedding. Only a form of documents to get their marriage certificate. Shamsiya hadn't minded the lack of ceremony, after all, marriage was more than about a beautiful dress and vows exchanged before a preacher.
It was two people accepting each other and becoming a family.
The title of Mrs. Nick Jackson gave her an identity, a sense of belonging, and a family member to call her own. She was no longer a loner, an outcast scorned by everyone in society.
Therefore, when the man who became her husband asked her to pay the bills and earn money to cover his singing lessons, she didn't hesitate to get part-time jobs to support him.
Since they were family, it only felt right for her to support him in his every venture. She trusted him and believed his words when he said he would let her live a glamorous life after he became famous.
That's what brought her to this ending. Her blind faith in him, her lack of confidence, and her desire for family.
But most of all, his acceptance when she had only ever faced rejection.
She heard somewhere that not all beautiful people were good and all nasty people were bad.
Seeing her situation today, she finally understood the meaning of this saying. Nick Jackson wasn't good looking, but the way he treated her differently from the way others treated her brainwashed her into believing he was a good person.
He physically abused her when he was in a bad mood, made her clean up his mess when he got drunk, and worked her like a slave to subsidize his living expenses. However, she never realized her status in his eyes was nothing more than that of a homeless dog he picked off the street until today.
The people who cursed at her and called her names didn't deceive her. They ignored her, but didn't play with her feelings. But the man who married her and showered her with kindness sold her like a property without feeling a trace of guilt.
This was what 'beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside' meant.
Shamsiya chuckled in self-deprecation, her chest screaming in pain as if someone was twisting a knife in her heart. She couldn't understand why her life was so miserable. Sometimes, it felt as if the Creator detested her and staged such a gloomy fate for her to torment her to death.
Because a life without love and warmth was nothing more than torture. And she had reason to believe she had no personal rights as a human being, as she was being treated like a product.
No one asked for her opinion. No one cared about her feelings.
"Tie her up and dump her in the trunk! I don't want to touch the slut!"
Nick's cruel voice entered her ears, just as the door clicked open. Shamsiya struggled to open her eyes, but the task proved difficult, as exhaustion and two days of hunger made her body as heavy as lead.
Up until now, she only believed she married a deceptive bastard. But Nick Jackson's following words made her realize how wrong she was.
"I heard Iblis Jabril has a strange penchant for bound girls. Hehehe...strip her! I'll get black manacles to chain her arms and ankles! It'll most definitely enhance the beauty of her pale complexion!"
"Yes, sir! Leave it to us!"
A wave of dizziness hit her as mortification and horror gripped her chest with thorny hands.
"No...please...don't..." Tears of shame, anger, and humiliation streamed down her cheeks. Summoning up the last bit of strength in her bruised body, Shamsiya scooted backward to evade the nasty claws reaching for her skirt.
Alas, her efforts proved futile. She was powerless and had nowhere to run. Rough hands yanked at her clothes, the jeering sound of ripping fabric and lewd remarks blaring her ears, as she shivered at the sudden cold kissing her bare skin.
"Please, stop..."
Curled in a fetal position, her desperate pleas sounded hollow and weak even to her own ears. Her consciousness seemed to fade from the shameful moment, as it blocked out the disgusting feeling of the hands groping her body, and plunged her into a void of darkness.
At the moment before she blacked out, a single thought seared her mind.
Death would've been a far better option than the abominable future that awaited her.
Related chapters
Sold By Her Husband What Does He Mean?
"For a hybrid, she's not bad." "Haha! I didn't even notice she was mixed blood. Those cherry lips could rival the hottest she-wolf in town!" The two men worked slow, their adam's apple bobbing at the sight of the woman's translucent skin. Their friend and employer, Nick Jackson, warned them to keep their hands to themselves. The woman was already sold to a powerful man, and he liked his goods clean. So they could only cop a feel here and there while unclasping her bra and pulling off her panties with red eyes. When they were done stripping her, they subtly tugged at the pink buds on top of her firm mounds, and reluctantly stepped back to admire the view. During the entire period of their ministration, the woman didn't whimper or squirm, apparently out cold from fright. "Say, do you think she's a virgin?" "With a body like that...it's hard to say." She was thin, but slender, with curves they had only seen on magazine models. Her thick black mane went past her knees, and draped a
Sold By Her Husband No Way, Jose!
Shamsiya felt insulted. But on a second thought, what right did she have to feel insulted? She was now only a property."Well, what are you waiting for? Strip!"The cold command snapped her back to her senses and sent shivers down her spine. She trembled and tightened her grip on her wrist, refusing to budge. She kept chanting in her mind that she was now a property, a usable, disposable object. A bought good. She shouldn't have any scruples, any reservations, any objections to being treated like one. And most importantly, she couldn't keep the Demon Lord waiting!"Oh? Still not moving?"Apparently, the one hovering over her figure was done waiting. Shamsiya shrieked in alarm and pain as a large hand clamped around her arm and dragged her to the bed, before roughly throwing her on the wide mattress. The rebounding force knocked the breath out of her lungs."Don't...don't come here..." She stuttered and scrambled forward, before turning on her back to plea. "Please...don't touch me..
Sold By Her Husband What Else Have I Got To Live For?
Iblis yanked the door open and hollered. "Servants! Where are the servants!?" His loud roar reverberated in the open hallway, startling the guards and servants in the palace. The Demon Queen woke up with a start, shivering slightly, heaving roughly as her wild eyes nervously scanned the room. "What's going on? Why is Iblis shouting?" "My Queen, something must've happened with his new purchase." The personal servant of the queen reported lukewarmly. "New purchase..." A strange expression appeared on Queen Nymrit's face. She wondered if this was the thousandth or the thousandth and one. "Go and see what happened." "Yes, My Queen." The servant stepped back and dipped into a bow. The Demon Queen tiredly waved her away and settled back on the soft mattress. Images of her past flashed before her eyes, taking her to the time when she first met the Demon Lord. He had been stunning, a breathtaking sight to say the least, causing her to give him her heart and soul and abandon her family. A
Sold By Her Husband Death Before Dishonor!
Was she afraid of death? No, if she was, then she wouldn't have dealt such a fatal blow to herself. Then he must've been too frightening.No...if he was, she wouldn't have dared to laugh in his face...Iblis paced around the pool of blood, his crimson-dark orbs fixated on the woman as he internally mused to himself. Hours had passed since the servants left, but there was no news of their return. He found himself growing increasingly restless as the night deepened.Insolent woman! Foolish woman!"Bold woman, since you dared to challenge me, don't even think about dying so easily!" Iblis hunched down and forcefully gripped her chin, hissing in her blood smeared face with a vengeful edge. He was so riled up that he didn't even notice the blood foam seeping into his body through his pores."When my servants return with the dragon's heart blood, I'll show you the consequences of going against me!" Loosening his grip, he rose back to his feet, and resumed his pacing.Another hour passed, a
Sold By Her Husband Death Before Dishonor! 2
All too suddenly, a crack splintered through the white void. Shamsiya covered her eyes against the sudden brilliance as a splitting headache pounded through her skull, and distorted her thoughts. The crack widened, then shattered into a giant explosion. A powerful force descended, and she flew with it as it yanked her consciousness out of the void of nothingness."How is she?""Demon Lord, the woman is now out of danger.""Hm. You did well. Stop by the Treasury for your reward.""Thank you for the grace, My Lord.""Alright, you can all disperse.""Thank you, My Lord!"Shamsiya groaned painfully. Her ears throbbed from the enthusiastic shout of those around her. Creasing her brows, she tried to open her eyes, but found the task excruciatingly agonizing as a stab of pain pierced through her chest.Curses! It hurts like hell!The pain, without a doubt, was a clear sign of her failure to commit suicide. And by the sound of it, the damned Demon Lord had a hand in it.At the thought, a sens
Sold By Her Husband Death Before Dishonor! 3
The dungeon was an underground jail-like cell built on the back side of Jabril Palace. It was dark, damp, and smelt foul, embodying the misery and hopelessness of the days after the world war. The loud, boisterous sound of intense quarrels and curses entered her ears before her eyes adjusted to the darkness.And when it did, Shamsiya felt a sinister chill slither down her spine at what she saw."This...what the hell is this!?"Earlier when she heard the word Lawless from Iblis Jabril's mouth, she had an inkling of what was waiting for her, and prepared her heart for the worse.Or so she thought.However, at this moment, she realized no preparation would be enough to prepare her for the desperate battle awaiting her.Unaware of her shaken mentality, or just not caring, the squad of servants led her through the dungeon, which immediately fell silent at their appearance, and roughly shoved her in the darkest cell on the farthest corner.With a bang, she was locked in the cage."Woman, yo
Sold By Her Husband To Each Their Own
As she stood in front of the body-length mirror in a wedding dress, Shamsiya felt like she was making a deal with the devil. She doubted this was what the orphanage matron meant when she said good women would be treasured by good men.Her hands were stained with blood. Yes, the blood of vile creatures who reveled in the act of rape, but blood nonetheless. As a murderer, she was no longer a good woman, so it wasn't surprising that she was marrying the demon.But whether it was a good man or a demon, Shamsiya realized she no longer cared.After escaping the hands of death and spending a week inside a decadent cell, her perception of good and evil had already morphed. In that cell, she watched women get raped repeatedly without moving a muscle to help them. Her entire focus had been on herself and her safety.She used her ability to protect herself, while ignoring the cries of plea. She poisoned and killed with a ruthless edge she never thought she had it in herself.But most of all, she
Sold By Her Husband To Each Their Own 2
The Ballroom Hall was decorated in white and pink flowers. A giant crystal chandelier swayed in the center of the room, showering a resplendence of radiance and blue petals on the guests below."Damn! Who is the whore lucky enough to marry the Demon Lord? Is she the princess of the Fae?""I heard she was pregnant. Knowing his desperation for a child, the Demon Lord might just marry her.""No, no, you're all wrong. I heard from a palace servant close to my cousin that the Fae Princess miscarried. This woman is a purchased good.""Purchased good!? Fuck! Who's the slut!?"Separated in groups of threes and fours, the female guests huddled together. The shrieks of disbelief and venomous denial couldn't be suppressed even under the threatening glares of their mates as they animatedly exchanged gossip.Seated on bronze chairs a few feet below the wedding dais, the mistresses of the Demon Lord exchanged inscrutable glances and sweet smiles."Lady Irene, you've known our master for 200 years.
Latest chapter
Sold By Her Husband Book 2: Purchased by the Quadrillionaire
Sneak Preview Chapter 1-Fall of the Demon Whip! Whip! Whip! "Haha! You didn't expect this, did you? Iblis Jabril, the fearsome demon of the Supernatural World, is reduced to a state worse than a dog!" Queen Nymrit tightened her grip on the Flame Whip and laughed manically as she whipped the chained man over and over again. The Vampire King, Werewolf King, and Fae King watched the spectacle from iron thrones a few feet away. They stared in ridicule at the man who once haunted their dreams, bound and bloody, helpless before a mere woman. "Scream, you bastard! Cry for mercy!" The former Demon Queen roared venomously and spat on his face. The Flame Whip that landed on his flesh shed blood and torched shredded skin, blowing grit into his gruesome wounds. Pus oozed from the stab in his back, the jutting black dagger gleaming like an executioner's cross against his fair skin. But under her almost crazed lashing, the man's features remained numb, with no expression on his face at all.
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: The Beginning
The muffled coo came in on a draft of wind. Nymrit snapped out of her vigil and strode to her dresser. Heaving the metal furniture to the side, she opened the secret passage. An armored troop of men and women exuding blood and murderous aura emerged from within and spread out in the room. "You're the Demon Queen?" The leader of the troop asked with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Not anymore. You can call me Nymrit." Nymrit Sein Rider gave the armored group a wary grin and gestured to the door. "The one you're sent to kill is in the East Palace. You can leave to search for her, while I perform my part." "I heard you're out for the Demon Lord. However way I look at it, a woman out for her husband's blood isn't trustworthy. And when she's one of the supernatural creatures..." "I don't need your trust. Just fulfill the task you're commissioned for." Ignoring the menacing expression on the group's face, Nymrit took a jewel encrusted box from her bedside drawer, and strode out of her ch
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Becoming One
***Mature Content*** Shamsiya's heart warmed at the sound of her husband's laughter. By now, she had been with him long enough to know how rare his smiles were, and rarer still, his laughter. Lowering her head, she gently said, "Husband, put me down. My head is spinning!" Iblis immediately sat her down. "Sorry, Siya. I got too excited." He admitted with a hint of embarrassment. As the demon of the Mediterranean-Euro Region, his heart had long turned cold for him to lose control like now. At times, he wouldn't even feel anything for months. With the passage of time, he began to believe he had a stone for a heart. But all this changed the moment he saw his Siya. Heart swelling with warmth and affection, Iblis led his wife to the bed and sat her on his thigh. "Siya, look." He said, showing her the vial he held in his hand. "Do you remember this vase?" Shamsiya glanced at his hand, and her face softened when she saw the vial. "Isn't this the vase the Holy Man gave you on our weddi
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Reliving The Wedding Night
***Mature Content*** The next morning, Shamsiya woke with dark circles beneath her eyes. The demon tormented her the entire night until she fell asleep from exhaustion. He didn't take her the way a husband took his wife. But his fingers and tongue...just thinking about how they pleasured her depths made her blush and her body heat up in lust. Wrapped around her like a cola bear, the man sleeping on her chest stirred with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moved downward to palm one of her cheeks, as he greedily rubbed his face on her mounds and took a nipple into his mouth. "Ah!" Shamsiya threw back her head and moaned. The deep ache in her core returned. Her hands found their way into his dark mane, and she gripped the silky strands to pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder. "Having fun?" Now fully awake, Iblis squeezed her round behind, then moved his hand to her front to caress her silk folds. Parting her thighs, his fingers rubbed her delicate petals and tugged on the
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Conspiracy Of The Three Kings
***Slightly Mature Content*** Shamsiya's body burned from his touches. A sultry moan slipped her lips, and she blushed in shame. Now that she was no longer the one taking the initiative, her shyness returned. Iblis chuckled. "After boldly stripping yourself, then removing my clothes, you still have the cheek to blush?" He kneaded her breast until her nipple turned into a hard pebble between his fingers. "No...I..." Her voice cracked. She had difficulty forming a coherent sentence. The electrifying tingles shooting through her body made her feel weak and powerless. Chuckling sardonically, the demon grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. In this position, the thick length of his member became more distinct in her muddled mind as it poked her cave. Shamsiya arched her back. Her open invitation and complete submission to his ministrations, brought a tender smile on the demon's lips. He leaned over and captured her lips in a searing kiss, before resting his forehead agains
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Resentment
Once back in her chambers, Nymrit dismissed the servants and began to bandage her wound. With proper treatment, there was a chance for the limb to regrow. However, every second the wound throbbed, it stoked the flame of hatred brewing in her heart. "Nymrit, are you out of your mind? Even after the Demon Lord publicly humiliated you, do you still want to stay here? Have you no self-respect?" King Sein spat disgustedly, contempt and disappointment marring his features as he growled at his daughter. The man made it clear he didn't want her. But she was still stubbornly hung up on him. How could he give birth to such a disgraceful bitch? Truly, just as the Demon Lord said, she was a shameless whore! King Sein was so angry and revolted by his daughter's decision to marry a lowly servant of the Demon Lord that he overlooked the blazing resentment in her eyes. After raving and ranting for a few minutes, the Werewolf King failed to get a reaction from his daughter. It seemed this pawn had
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Choice 2
Iblis contemplated his friend's words. Between his wife Siya, and the bitch in the West Palace, he would, of course, choose his Siya. But if he did that...he would have to return the Hundred Pearls of Light. Those pearls were the only clue he had to his identity and his roots. If he gave them up, he would probably never find out where he came from, or in this case, how he came about. His very existence would remain shrouded in mystery, and as a being that lived for thousands of years, he didn't even know where to begin to trace his ancestry. So the pearls that showed him glimpses of himself with a blurred female were the only link to his missing past. But when he thought of his Siya, his past no longer felt important. He wanted to live in the present and build a future with her. However, without knowing his origins, could he build a future? A groan slipped his lips, as he closed his eyes in frustration. The silence in the region engulfed his senses as images flashed through his mi
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Choice
She couldn't accept it. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything to the man she loved devastated her more than Queen Nymrit's words. As she wept, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something within her churned at the sight of her clothes and made-up face. Just as the Demon Queen said, she looked like a whore. Revulsion boiled in her veins. Shamsiya ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She stood under the shower without waiting for the temperature to adjust. Furiously scrubbing herself in self-loath, she endured the cold rivulets of water as violent tremors rocked through her body. "Husband...how could I consider him my husband? I'm his second wife...nothing more than a mistress..." A plaything to pass time and amuse oneself. As a self-proclaimed, self-respecting woman, how could she be so shameless as to become someone's whore? As a woman, how could she lust after another woman's husband? Death before dishonor? Heh! Once, she had proudly faced deat
Sold By Her Husband Part 3: Queen Nymrit 2
"What does it mean when a woman says she wants to own you?" Seated in his study, Iblis stuffed a bite size cake in his mouth as he glanced at his friend. Choking on his tea, Jonis set down his cup and gawked. "Own you? There is actually a woman who wants to own you?" "Why? Is there a problem?" Iblis questioned with a frown. "No, no, it's just..." "Just what?" "I never expected there would be a woman brave enough to love you." Jonis sighed and shook his head. He admired the woman who had the courage to love this man. "Love? Are you saying...she loves me?" Iblis sat up, flabbergasted. Siya and love, that too, him? How could that bold, fearless, and reckless woman...actually love him? He found this harder to accept than the thought of her being his loved one. "Well, when a woman says she wants to own you, it usually means she's possessive of you. That's an emotion only those who feel something for you would express." Iblis rose out of his seat and paced the study. Siya loved him.
