Secretly Mine
Chapter 98: Worst Nightmare

Chapter 98: Worst Nightmare

After the shopping trip, Morgan was so angry with me that she refused to speak to me. I welcomed this result as it made the drive home very peaceful.

When we pulled up to our house, I noticed that there were many cars in the driveway.

I wonder what’s going on. I don’t believe we were expecting visitors.

My mind automatically thought of Christian, causing me to step out of the car with excitement. Without delay, I followed Morgan and Cherie into the house.

As soon as we stepped into our large living room, we all noticed the luxurious white decorations strung around the room.

My mother walked over and greeted us, "Oh good! You ladies are back just in time! Hurry to your rooms and get changed, we have something very exciting for you!"

Exciting?

For some reason, I wasn’t feeling very excited but followed instructions and went to my room to change. As I entered, I noticed that there was a box on my bed.

"Mother probably prepared clothing for us," I mumbled and went to open it.

Inside was a long white strapless gown. It was beautiful and made with a white lace top layer, giving it a very feminine touch.

"I’m a little surprised about the strapless cut...Maybe mother is becoming bolder?"

The dress fit me perfectly, but there was something about it that just felt off. It seemed a little too formal.

Shrugging it off, I fixed my hair to better match the strapless dress and made my way back over to the living room to see what the special occasion was all about.

The first thing I noticed was that I was the only one dressed in white. Morgan and Cherie were wearing their usual colorful dresses, looking at me with a peculiar expression.

My mother quickly walked over to my side to fix my hair a little more. "Good, good. Stand over here," she said, pulling me over to the center of the room.

I began to feel nervous. Everyone was looking at me, but no one told me what was happening.

"Mother wh--"

"Shh, just stand there quietly!" she hushed me, cutting me off.

I frowned, but did as I was told. A few moments later, my worst nightmare came to life. The doors swung open, and Karl, dressed in a fancy suit, wobbled over in front of me.

Realizing what was going on, I began to feel sick. My head started to spin while my stomach tied itself into a thousand knots. Every step Karl took as he approached me made my entire body freeze.

A disgusting smile crept up on his face. He looked at me with nothing but lust-- a hungry lust.

His eyes didn’t stop running up and down my body. I was certain that he was picturing me naked, stripping my clothes off in my mind.

From the sidelines, Morgan was beaming. Her smile alone said a thousand words about how happy she was.

"Leslie, from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that it was you I wanted to have. Will you marry me?" asked Karl, getting down on one knee.

NO! A thousand times no!

Tears began to well up in my eyes. I stood there frozen in shock. I wanted to scream ’NO’ at the top of my lungs, but my body wouldn’t let me make a sound.

I looked at my Father and Mother, who were standing behind Karl, begging them with my eyes.

"N--"

"She will."

My Father’s cold voice sounded from behind Karl. He looked at me with a threatening look, warning me that if I said anything else, there would be consequences.

Still, I shook my head as tears flowed down my face, "Father, please!"

Instead of sympathy, my cries caused my father to storm over to my side, "Yes, Leslie. You will become Karl’s bride!"

He forcefully reached and grabbed my hand, holding it out in front of Karl to allow him to place the ring on my finger.

I tried my best to rip my shaking hand out of my Father’s grasp, but his grip was too strong.

Karl licked his lips and slowly slipped the diamond ring on my finger. At this point, I had no other thoughts-- only to run away.

His grimy hands rubbed against mine. He was clearly enjoying the feeling of my smooth skin. Internally, I was screaming. Begging my body to just cause me to pass out so that I didn’t have to experience this torment a moment longer.

My hopes, my dreams, were all being shattered at this very moment, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

As soon as the ring was firmly placed on my finger, Karl turned to my father and nodded, "With this, I accept your request."

Request?!

To make matters even worse, I was openly being used as a bargaining chip. They didn’t even bother moving to a different room to discuss this.

Morgan suddenly clapped, "Congratulations, sister! Now we both have found our happiness, aren’t we so lucky?"

Her smile was taunting. She watched the proposal with amusement, happy that he was marrying a prince, while I got someone who felt like he should be locked up in prison.

Why. Why me? Why can’t I ever get anything good in this life?

My thoughts drifted to Christian. If I told him, would he be able to help me? Would he care enough to get me out of this mess? Would he miss me?

My mind began to spiral, while the tears continued to flow down my face. I couldn’t stand it anymore and ran back to my room.

"It’s okay, Mrs. Moresi. I know that girls can get emotional on such occasions. The most important part has already been done." Karl spoke behind me, without a care about my intense reaction. He didn’t care if I agreed or not. Knowing that my parents supported him was enough.

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As soon as I reached my room, I ripped the ring off my finger and tossed it into the corner of my room. I tore the dress off my body, uncaring if I had damaged it in the process, before burying my head into my pillow.

It felt like I had cried for hours. The sadness, resentment, and anger all came gushing out at once. I hated everyone and everything.

I couldn’t believe that my parents would sell me. There was nothing good about Karl, so I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was that they got out of this deal.

I continued to cry and cry, letting out every last bit of my pent-up emotions. I continued to cry until it finally happened. My body broke down, and it shut itself off, causing me to pass out.