My sister crouched beside me, patted my sweaty face, and said with a smirk, “Since you claimed the pictures were fake, I’ll take plenty of real ones. I’ll even record a clear video for Waylon. Let’s see if he’ll still want you once you’re ruined.”
My eyes turned red, and the pain of choking made my voice rough. “Why? I’m your sister…”
My sister gave a cold laugh. “You were born to be under my feet. Any man I want, if I can’t have him, then you can’t either. You think you deserve a better life than me? Don’t make me laugh.”
Gasping for air, I turned to grab my mother’s sleeve, but she instantly stepped back, her eyes darting aside with clear guilt.
“Your sister is right. If you had agreed to the divorce like we asked, would any of this be happening? Baldwin is a man your sister and I chose carefully for you. He may be older, but after three marriages, he knows how to treat a woman well. He doesn’t even care that you’ve been married before. He also paid a five-hundred-dollar bride price. After tonight, you’ll marry him and have a decent life.”
My heart sank into a cold darkness. When I tried to stand, my legs gave way, and I hit the corner of the table.
The man’s rough, hard hand caught my ankle and pulled me impatiently toward the room where the camera was already in place.
My sight turned hazy, shame and hopelessness wetting my face with tears.
Right before I blacked out, the front door suddenly flew open.
A familiar figure came rushing in with the police.
“Police! Don’t move!”
