Sold Me Like Goods—Now He's Paying the Price

On the night of Christmas Eve, Finn Shore, my boyfriend of three years, has invited me to his place for an official family dinner.

As soon as I sit down and drink a glass of water, I collapse immediately. It turns out that Finn has drugged the water.

"I'm sorry, Rosaline. If I don't cough up the payment, they'll throw me behind bars. My debtor is already targeting me, so please help me out.

"Don't blame me for this, Rosaline. You only have your own face to blame—after all, you look so similar to the woman Mr. Olson is deeply in love with! Hell, you two look far too similar!

"Once I clear my debt, I'll be free! Who knows? You might be able to live a lavish life with Mr. Olson as your lover! Isn't this a win-win situation for us?"

I end up getting delivered to an insanely familiar estate.

When I open my eyes groggily, I notice my surroundings. Isn't this Uncle Wesley's home?

My uncle, Wesley Olson, has never fallen for any woman except my mom. In fact, she's his weakness.

To think that Finn actually brought me here… I wonder who's the unlucky one in this situation.

I slumped in the backseat of the SUV, the drug still fogging my system. I couldn't even lift a finger; I could only force myself to stay barely conscious.

In the front, Finn Shore and his parents spoke in low voices. They thought I couldn't hear them.

I'd been dating Finn since college. After three years together, our relationship was solid and stable. So, when he said he wanted to bring me home for Christmas to meet his parents, I took it seriously and prepared for it.

I'd bought a new cashmere coat, got my hair redone, and picked out two bottles of good wine and a bunch of holiday gifts. I wanted his family to like me, but all I got in return was a spiked drink.

"Rosaline, don't blame me for this." Finn's voice seeped through the haze, broken and uneven. "I really have no way out of this. I owe 500 thousand dollars. They said that if I don't pay up, they'll go to the police. I'll go to jail."

I wanted to curse him out, but my tongue wouldn't move. All that came out was a faint, garbled breath.

"Don't be too upset by this," he continued, though he was comforting himself more than me. "You'd be lucky to have Mr. Olson interested in you. With him, you'll be living the high life. That's way better than sticking with me, right?"

Screw him.

The car sped through the night, the scenery flashing by outside the window. I forced my eyes open, trying to figure out where we were. We finally stopped in front of a black wrought-iron gate I knew all too well. A family crest gleamed on it.

Seriously? The shock of seeing that sobered me a little. The "Mr. Olson" Finn had