Sold To A Billionaire

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In an exhausted state Iona walked behind her mother, as she passed a mirror she saw her disheveled appearance. Her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun, her torn, stained, ill-fitting clothes hung on her small frame. "Hurry up girl." Her mother said coldly, by first glance you wouldn't have noticed the two were related. "Yes Ma'am." Iona sighed and hurried to her side. "Go place the order for me and the girls." She said referring to her step daughters that she treats better than her own. Iona simply nodded and walked inside the restaurant. "Excuse me, there's a table of three outside in the patio, I'd like to place an order for." She said meekly. The waitress and host looked at Iona with sad eyes, Iona didn't look or live like the other twenty-five year Olds in the city. After wanting to leave for college her mother held her sickness over her head to keep in servitude. "The usual?" The waitress asked. Iona nodded and began to wait, as the order was placed. The wait staff knew her family and refused to serve them but started using Iona to serve them instead with the permission of the manager that was paid off monthly. After a few minutes of waiting Iona was handed the tray for the order. Walking carefully she made her way to the table, as she set down the first plate she was walking to the other side of the table when she was tripped by her step sister Bethany. The rest of the food went flying onto a passing guy and his friend's shoes. "You stupid girl!" Her mother Karen screamed, as waitstaff started to come out to help clean. Iona stood back up after the tray was taken from her by a waitress, the manager rushed outside hearing and seeing the commotion. "Mr. Bradshaw, I'm so sorry about the mess." The manager said apologetically, as Karen walked over to her and smacked across the face. The impact stung but she was used to it and knew crying would only bring more. "It's fine, I'll just need to go change," Mr. Bradshaw said, he was an older man around the same age as her mother. His dark brown eyes looked over the scene and turned to the younger man. Iona looked at the two as her mother began shouting at her more. The younger man locked eyes with her. He taller, his suit fit him well. His storm Grey eyes seemed to study Iona with a cold calculation, almost like judging her worth, his black hair combed neatly and styled in a professional manner. "Do you mind waiting here for me?" Mr. Bradshaw asked him. The shook his head, as he pulled out his phone. "No we can reschedule besides something came up, I'll be in touch." He said calmly as he broke his gaze. Iona's vision got blurry as she was struck again.

Later That Day.

I sighed as I went to the basement to change clothes, as Bethany and Jennifer decided to tear them more leaving my shirt unwearable. I changed and started to go back up the stairs when I heard the door get locked. "For embarrassing us in front of Mr. Bradshaw and Mr. O'Brian, you'll be down there for the next three days." My mother coldly said, I sighed and walked back down stairs. I heard a tap on my window, I walked slowly over to it and opened it. "Locked up again?" Asked a slightly annoyed female as she sat on the ground. "Yeah, I expected worse honestly." I said softly, my face still sore from the hits from earlier. "Holy shit, your face looks bad this time." Said as she stuck a bag through the window. "It's not as bad as it seems." I said as I took the warm bag of food. The girl rolled her eyes, her auburn hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. "Iona you don't have to live like this, you can leave." She said poking her head through. "Kayla, I want to but, I'm definitely not strong enough to, besides I can't live with you." I said gesturing to upstairs. She nodded, "Yeah you don't wanna drag me into." She sighed annoyed, she stood up. "I gotta go, keep surviving." She said, "Love you chickie." She continued before leaving.

The next couple of hours were a blur of pain, as I tried to focus on something else, Jennifer decide to grace me with her presence and it wasn't a kind one, her beatings were hard and relentless. She left me curled up on the floor with a busted lip. After cleaning myself up, I crawled into my bed and cried myself to sleep.