Chapter No.1

Evelyn Carter:-

"Evelyn, get out of your room, you little brat, and listen to me!" My father continued his angry outburst even though I was upstairs at my computer engrossed in typing. I sank back in my chair and stared at the screen, at the commands and codes I had to perform. Just ten more minutes and I’d finish the job, and earn my payment.

I wanted to shout back, just give me ten minutes! but I knew better. My father wasn’t the type to wait. He'd storm into my room any second, just like always—no kno cking, no respect. He had the lock removed ages ago, stripping me of even a shred of privacy.

"Evelyn, you bitch!" And then right on cue, the door opened. And there he was – with a furious look on his face in his gross three-piece suit. My heart sank. Was he here to hit me again? I stood up, and a feeling of dread gripping my chest, moved backward as he approached.

“You didn’t hear me calling your name did you?” He snarled, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and yanking me back hard. My head hurt and I winced from the intensity of the pain in my scalp. "Are you fucking deaf?"

“I-I’m sorry, Father. “I was just coming,” I gasped, my lips quivering, my attempt to control the pain as he pulled my hair fiercely.

“You listen to me, you little bitch!” He barked his words, his face close to mine. “You have half an hour to make yourself decent and come down. And for the sake of God, dress properly. Stop dressing like a street hooker!” His words dripped with venom. But then again, what does it matter? “You are an infamous whore’s daughter, are you not? After all, being your hooker is in your blood by your mother’s side. Isn’t it?”

“I’m not a hooker, and my mother wasn’t a whore,” I fired back, sick of hearing these words. I couldn't take it anymore. This man, my so-called father, had kept my mother as his mistress, refused to claim me as his child until she died, and left with this monster. Even her own family disowned her for loving him – a man who was so unworthy of her love.

"Yes, she was!" He spat, then suddenly punched my face with all his might. My cheek was on fire, and there was a loud ringing in my ear, which counterpointed the stinging pain. I glared at him, tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall down my cheeks, because they would have given him satisfaction.

“Now, you better make yourself presentable and come downstairs in thirty minutes or I will drag you down myself. I have raised you and paid for your mother’s medical bills all these years, so it’s time for you to pay them off.”

“Wha..What do you mean by that?” I asked, shocked with a terrifying feeling building inside of me.

“It means you are going to pay my debt with your body.” He snaps, gripping my cheek with his fingers “I owe a ruthless businessman a fucking huge amount. If I don’t pay him back, he is going to kill me, but then again I am not ready to die so I made a deal with him.”

“A de…deal? What deal?” I asked, scared down to my core this time “And, what do you mean by my body? If you think I am going to become someone’s mistress or whore, then you can forget about…” he shut me off by gripping my hair once again and I hissed.

“Not as a mistress, you slut! But as a wife.” He screamed with such intensity that his hatred was evident in his words. “I have found you a husband. You are going to marry that businessman’s son and in return make me debt-free by giving him a child.”

“What?!” I shouted in shock “No! You can’t do this to me. I am not going to marry a man I don’t even know about and within two days, then give him a child?! Over my fucking dead body! I won’t marry him. You can do whatever you want, but I won’t marry him to pay off your debt.”

“Yes, you will,” he growled low rising as though he was ready to pounce on me or something. The sound of his belt sliding out of the loops did something to my stomach and I shuddered nervously. He didn’t even give me time to shield myself as the first snap sent a stinging pain in my back. I screamed as my body stirred and sat up at the blunt force of the impact.

The second blow was even more forceful, and I clamped my lip with my teeth to avoid making another pained noise. But it stung all over, like a fire, burning my skin. I crouched down and tried to curl myself into a ball, but that didn’t make any difference to him. He was relentless.

”You ungrateful little bitch!” he spat, the belt whipping through the air before crashing down on me again. “You will marry him. You will obey me! You are nothing without me! You owe me everything! You will marry him, Evelyn, or I’ll make sure you’ll regret this for the rest of your pathetic life, you stupid bitch!”

“Debra, get her ready, cover her face with the makeup and bring her down!” my father ordered my stepmother who was crueler than him, and stormed out of the house. Tears streamed down my eyes, as I begged her not to let him do this to me, but she didn’t listen, instead pinched on my arm and snapped.

“Better you than my own daughter, bitch! Finally, I will get rid of your presence in my house.” Her voice dripped with hatred and poison.

My stepmother took me downstairs to the living room and there were two men sitting on the sofa but they were turned around with their backs to me. While one of them had silver corners of the hair evidently, he was older, the second one was stout, with dirty-blond hair, and rather tall.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to my most beloved daughter, Evelyn Carter,” my father said to the men who still had their backs to me.

But as soon as they felt my presence, the man with dirty blonde hair got off from the chair and looked around – I almost forgot how to breathe. He was handsome, he had electric blue eyes and was tall and muscular. He was every inch the Adonis.

“Hello, my love. My name is Maximillian Sterling. But you can call me Max.” The handsome man approached and leaned down to kiss my cheek, but as he placed his hand on my back during the kiss, I hissed in pain, he frowned and looked at me closely, as he ran his hand on my cheek. His eyes darken with rage as he orders.

“Turn around and unzip your dress.” He orders “Right now!”

“What?!” I asked shocked “Do what?”

“Unzip your dress or I will!” he growls, clenching his fist in anger.