1 Was I sold for one Silver Ring?

"Welcome home, my wife" With a wicked smile he greeted me and took my hand

'Oh goodness Gracious! This can't be happening! ' I stared at the man from our university who I had slapped only yesterday!!

I shaked my hand out and slapped him. But my mom came running and slapped me.

"Where are your manners girl! Behave yourself"

Confused, with tears rolling down my cheeks, I looked up at mom. She was clearly angry at me and was apologizing to him. I glared at him, earning another slap from my mom.

"Have we not disciplined you enough to be polite to our guests?"

"But mom, why? How can you treat me this way without.. "

"Enough Etisha! Apologize right now to your husband to be and your in laws"

Wait, what??

"What the" Before I could say much, my mom pulled my ear.

"Language girl. It seems we have given you way too much freedom that you are a wild child like this."

He grinned at me then turned to my mom with faked concern " Please, don't be mad aunty" and took her hand.

"Shut up, you bastard. It is all your fault," this two-faced monkey, how I wish I could punch you and flatten that shit face of yours!

"Etisha, don't test my patience. You are lucky such a handsome young man comes to take your hand. Do not bring down family name with your disgracing behavior!" She gave me disgusted look but gentle smile to him like he is some precious gold shitting goose.

"Please forgive this child's behavior. She is on a wild side but I assure you, she is a good girl and knows all household works" My mom makes me bow to him and his mother.

I get lost for words at the sudden horror I find myself in, and what, am I being sold to be someone's maid to say that...

"Young generation is wild and free, let her rejoice in her youth, Don't be so hard on her Mrs. Bha. Come here dear. " she gestures me to come close to her.

I hesitate, look at my mom's burning face and with a fake smile say Hello. My mom pushes me just so I fall and land on Mrs. Singh's feet.

"Oh my, don't be so cruel to her," gently she picks me up and asks if I'm hurt. I shake my head embarrassed.

"You are very pretty, no wonder he asked to marry you. He is lucky to have bride like you," beaming with pride she looks at him.

"But I don't want to marry" I blurted out.

"You ungrateful brat, don't forget all the hardships we put to bring you up. I have accepted marriage ring for you"

I see the smirk in Nhuja's face that screams just see how I make you pay for that.

Mrs. Singh stood up and gently stroke my hair, "You don't have to worry much, I will make sure you can continue pursuing your career." She smiles kindly "Nhu told me you are quite a spectacular artist, I would love to have my portrait done by you."

"I would be pleased to," I get a warm feeling thinking about canvas and colours.

Like some gentleman, he bows and asks me to give him a tour of house; my mom beckons me to go and Mrs. Singh too coquettishly smiles and turns to have conversation with my mom. Nhuja grabs my hand and pulls me out of the living room.

"Let go, you jerk. What are you doing in my house?"

"Come on, be good to your hubby here."

"Hubby my foot. Get out of my house" unable to hold back my disgust I try to drag and throw him out of my house.

Instead smugly he pulls me towards him with power I can't resist that I almost bang in him, he holds me with both his hands and whispers "Revenge in full swing." His eyes are so dark and face so cold when he said it that it sends chill down my spine...

How could I have offended such a monster... I feel like he is going to pick me up and throw in the darkest of pit in world, like that hatred of his will make hell for me wherever I go. Was it a mistake to slap him? No.. I won't surrender to that beast. How dare he wrong my girlfriend like that, such a man I won't lose to. Your arrogance may impress some girls but you only make me sick. Lives of people are not your toy, emotions of people ain't bought by wealth ... That my favorite Nemesis, I will make you see...