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Khloe's POV

Now in the middle of the living room where I sat, father stood behind me and from his tone, I knew he was grinning.

"Here she is." He said, squeezing my shoulders as I stared in confusion.

"What is going on here?" I gave father a quick look before shifting my gaze to mother who was grinning widely.

"What is going on?" I partly yelled, my gaze now fixed on the old man who was staring back at me like he was observing a piece for auction.

"Khloe dear, Tyler Greene here is a replacement for Lance." Mother said only for me to burst into laughter since her words sounded funny.

Still giggling, father hit my side, "Don't be rude." He chided and at once a frown appeared on my face.

"I never asked for a godfather mother. Who the fuck is this old man on wheel chair for crying out loud?"

"Khloe, mind your language." Father chided.

"You're speaking to your husband." Mother spoke this time around and at once I fell on the couch with a thud, my head getting light.

"What are you talking about?" I gulped when I finally found my tongue to speak.

"Tyler Greene here is also a billionaire and richer than Lance. He will give you everything you need… a child from you will earn you half of his wealth and…"

"You're insane!" I don't care if I was speaking to my father because at this point, he and mother have lost all the respect I had for them.

Who in his sane sense will hand over their twenty three year old daughter to a septuagenarian?

"I love you Khloe and I know you are going to reciprocate that love." Tyler Greene said, making me turn around to face him.

With disgust written all over my face, I wanted to walk up to him to wipe the smile off his face but I held back from doing so.

After a few minutes of silence and with my hands wrapped across my chest, I asked, "By any chance, why are you on a wheelchair?"

"He is a cripple." Mother said and at once I ran mad with anger.

Dammit!

No! This can't be true.

It must be one of my weird dreams and not reality.

"Come on Khloe! Within a year, you are going to be a millionaire and will even be competing with Lance in the business world. All you need to do is to give him a child, nothing more."

"Okay! I get the point you are making now." I muttered, my anger getting even more intense as my whole body shook.

Now seated on the couch with my fingers folded, I was staring at my feet, my head swirling with a thousand and one ideas all at once.

"I know you are going to accept me." Tyler Greene said and at once I shot him a glare, quickly switching it to a smile which he reciprocated, showing off his stained teeth from too much tobacco.

"Let's get down to business." Father was excited but before he could pull me into his frenzy, I snapped my head in his direction.

"Father." I called, my tone mild and alluring.

"Yes dear."

"Can I use the bathroom, I will be back as soon as possible." I had to feign being in pain to convince him I needed to leave.

"You can take your time my wife." Tyler Greene said with a little chuckle.

My response to this was to yell at him but I was quick to caution myself. I couldn't afford to miss my chance to escape, otherwise I was doomed.

Now in my bedroom, I quickly shut the door and walking on my tip toes, I made my way to my window with a little bottle of acid I had picked up from the storehouse on my way.

With shaking hands, I proceeded to pour generous quantities on the bars, thereby eroding them.

With the bar now out of the way, I got on the window pane and then leapt out of the window to the grass which served as a cushion to me.

Before now, jumping from a storey building was impossible for me but with the situation I found myself in, it was easy peasy.

Without wasting time, I got on my heels, making sure I doubled my pace because it wouldn't be long before they found out what I had done.

Now in the street which was illuminated with neon lights and the headlights of cars, I sighted a public bathroom at the other side of the road and at once I crossed over.

Switching my clothes with that of a lady who was currently using the bathroom, I quickly put it on and then went ahead to smear a bit of dirt on my face.

Since my parents were desperate to get me married to that old man, I had to change my look, else it wouldn't be long before they spotted me in the street.

My hair which was always brushed and lying on my back, I tied it up in a bun, interlocking the edges to make it look like I was indeed homeless.

Satisfied with my new look, I hurried out of the bathroom and then returned to the street.

I had no idea where I was heading but that was the least of my concerns. Once I've escaped fully, I will definitely find a place to rest my head.

"Hey you, stop there." A masculine voice yelled and at once I swirled around only to see the men who had followed Tyler Greene to our home a few feet away.

Running off was my first response but I stood still, waiting for what was going to happen next.

To my surprise, he and the others walked past me like I wasn't even there and then went ahead to accost another lady who was ahead of me.

Exhaling in relief, I pushed my hand into my hair only to see the men returning in my direction and without looking at the road, I ran in.

And at once, an incoming vehicle swept me off my feet.