Sold To The Mafia Don

Running out of the house, I put on shoes as quickly as I could and grabbed my phone.

"Lucy!" My father screamed, which I heard.

"Coming!" I retorted while sprinting past the rooms of my sister and brother and down the hall.

Dad was planning to take me somewhere. Since he wasn't around for my 14th birthday yesterday, he claimed that it was a surprise, particularly for me. Despite my siblings' objections, my mom and siblings were instructed to remain. On the other side, my mother was okay with my leaving. I had finally developed into a useful adult in this household, she said. That meant a lot to me since I was the last to be born. My 16-year-old sister and 19-year-old brother have always been more important than me. My moment to shine has come.

I checked the message when my phone rang. It came from Violet, my closest buddy. She treated me like no one else, even though I was the daughter of Mazadora town's tech multimillionaire, Andre Grey. like I was a regular person.

Ready for tomorrow, Violet?

A kind of picnic gathering was being held at my school. I had intended to go with Violet.

I was born prepared, Lucy. I'll die if I miss this party, haha.

Violet: "Lucy! ", Isn't it the truth? I don't have the whole day. My dad's yell startled me out of my mellow frame of mind, and I sprinted down the mansion's main staircase, my dark hair swinging and my silky chocolate brown skin gleaming beneath the chandelier's lights.

Lucy: Hey girl, TTYL. I must go.

Violet: Alright. Hello, girl. Thank you.

Love you too, Lucy

As I approached my father, who assisted me in boarding the vehicle, I put my phone aside while grinning. If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car.

"So, where are we going?" you ask. With enthusiasm in my voice, I ventured to ask my father.

He continued, not looking at me but at his phone, "It's a surprise, Lucy."

Just drop me a clue, please. Dad, please," I pleaded. I was curious about our destination. I hated being confused. For a brief moment, while my dad was looking at me, I believed I saw rage and hatred in his eyes for me, but it quickly vanished, so I ignored it. He did not despise me. I was his blood; I was his daughter. You don't detest blood, Lucy. We are traveling to a location where Daddy will buy a little, insignificant item for a lot more money than it is worth. Then, Dad would feel relieved," he continued in a chilly tone, which I also ignored.

You're going to work, and I'm going to assist, right? I queried.

"Yes."

What is the little, pointless item you want to sell? I questioned while citing him.

Something that was a serious error. Lucy,