My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 1

My father was a crime boss, and my boyfriend Marcus came from a poor family. Afraid he'd feel inferior, I only told him my family ran a small business.

The year we graduated, I'd pulled strings to get him a job, but after just two days he complained it was too hard and wanted to quit.

One day he suddenly told me he wanted to try his luck in another city. I quit my high-paying job to go with him.

Until after we landed, he drugged me and delivered me to a gang.

When I woke up in a burlap sack, I realized the place looked strangely familiar...

I rubbed my eyes carefully and discovered this place was identical to one of my father's subsidiary operations.

He'd just shown me photos of it a few weeks ago—it was newly established.

As I was processing this, a blunt object struck my lower back. The pain sent me sprawling to the ground.

I watched as Marcus bowed obsequiously to a middle-aged man in glasses.

"Mr. Walsh! This is my gift to you. Now can I marry Linda?"

Derek Walsh glanced at him dismissively. "We'll see about the quality of the merchandise first. But I suppose I can allow you to date my daughter."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Walsh! Don't worry, this woman is definitely healthy! And she's still a virgin!"

As he said this, his face twisted into a lascivious smirk, completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.

I stared at Marcus in fury. "What the hell is this, Marcus? You're selling me to a gang to climb the social ladder? What about everything we had?"

Marcus snorted coldly, gripping my face hard. "Sarah, you're pathetic! Still going on about love at your age. I couldn't find work after graduation while you landed a job at a major company with a high salary! Then you said you'd get me a job, and I thought it'd be management, but it was just a bottom-level position! After all the crap I took there, you have the nerve to talk to me about feelings?"

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

My father had agreed to help Marcus find work on one condition—he had to start from the bottom and work there for five years. Only if he persevered would my father agree to let him marry me.

But he couldn't even last three days!

He claimed people were bullying him at work, but I'd checked—nobody was bullying him.

His supervisor had simply asked him to do his job, but he didn't want to and spent entire afternoons hiding in the bathroom playing poker on his phone!

When he got caught, he refused to admit it, then came home crying to me!

I'd been soft-hearted and agreed to go south with him to work, never imagining he'd sell me out to climb the social ladder!

A shrill laugh rang out as a girl in white came over and took Marcus's arm. "Marcus, is this your ex-girlfriend? She's so plain! Using her as a bride price to marry me—you really got a bargain!"

Marcus gently embraced Linda Walsh, intertwining his fingers with hers.

I demanded coldly, "When did you betray me, Marcus?"

Linda's face darkened as she kicked me in the face. "What bullshit are you spouting? You're the other woman! Marcus and I have known each other since childhood! We've never lost touch all these years!"

Linda's words made my heart wrench in pain. Before I could question further, a group of bodyguards restrained me and dragged me to a basement.

There were several other young women in the basement, all in poor mental states, as if they'd been badly abused.

I was roughly thrown to the ground. The head guard locked an iron chain around my neck and left.

I struggled twice and found the chain around my neck tightening. Suddenly I couldn't breathe.

A young girl nearby gently poked me. "Don't struggle. This chain is specially made—the more you struggle, the tighter it gets. You'll be strangled to death!"

"What?"

"I'm Amy. I came here two days ago. Sigh, once you're here, you're done for. First they make you entertain clients, then when you're no longer useful, they sell you off!"

Amy's words sent a chill through me. This was illegal!

My father had always forbidden his people from doing this kind of thing.

No matter how profitable it was, my father never touched this dark business. If they were doing this now, they must be hiding it from the main organization!

Suddenly, the door burst open. A masked man came in, looked around at the girls on the floor, bound Amy and me, and started dragging us out.

"What are you doing? Don't you know this is illegal?"

I shouted, but they seemed unable to hear me and simply blindfolded me.

Half an hour later, I was brought to a room.

The moment the blindfold was removed, every hair on my body stood on end in terror.