Forced to marry the billionaire (bxb)

A surprise

(Emery)

“There's no reason for you to act like that, Emery. Maybe this will be a good experience for you, who knows?” I stared at my mother in shock because I couldn't believe she had just said that. Looking back at my life, I can safely say it wasn't all that.

I've been groomed from a young age for this, I knew that this was coming, but I still wasn't prepared for it.

“How can this be a good experience for me when you're practically selling me to the highest bidder?” I asked in disbelief, and she only rolled her eyes while focusing on my little brother William.

“I've told you before, you were our ticket meal. You were the one who was going to help us live a happy life. Ever since your father died, there's no one here to take care of us. Hunter Jackson had paid a large amount of money for your hand in marriage, and I'll be damn if I let you ruin this for me and your brother. You will not disappoint me, Emery.” Ok, I've had enough of this shit.

I'm eighteen, for crying out loud. Just graduated from high school today, as a matter of fact. It's June 13, and what was supposed to be the best day of my life, but then I came home to this, and now it's considered one of the worst days for me.

I know I'm an adult, but how can I refuse when my mother was using my brother's name as a way of making me feel guilty? No parent should do this to a child, but I'm not that lucky, I guess.

“Now go take a shower and come down for dinner. Hunter will be here shortly to meet you.” With that, she left without sparing me a second glance. I chuckled as I watched William mouthing every word she was saying behind her back, copying her, which was fun to see. He laughed as well when he realized that I had caught him.

“It's not fun Em, I know. I wish I was going with you as well.” I ruffled my ten-year-old brother's blond hair and agreed with him. Our mother didn't treat us right. She was what you called an unfit parent.

She was acting like everything was alright with selling me. I don't even know what goes on through her head sometimes. I have a feeling that she's sorry she gave birth to me, and that feeling alone would mess with anyone's mental health. It seems as if I were strong because anyone else would have lost their mind by now. Hopefully, this will work out for the best.