“I know everything,” I say, outraged, squeezing my lips. “My aunt decided to sell me, and you bought me. How could you? I trusted you!”
“Khm,” the boss clears his throat. “Your aunt only wanted to take care of your future—marry you off to a suitable man. We’re both sure you’ll make a worthy, very obedient, and faithful wife for me. So I agreed and bought.”
My eyes practically pop out of my head. What kind of slave-owner behavior is this?
I stay silent, shocked, even though the truth is that I’m in love with his younger brother—and I’m going to marry him.
“Wedding in two weeks at an old manor,” the boss declares firmly. “I already bought the place for the occasion. Pack your things—we’re leaving tomorrow.”