Husband (Sample)

Chapter 1- Auction

Present

Ava

"How could you do this, Felix?" Mom growled at my father, and tears gathered in her eyes.

"Have I ever taken your damn permission before doing anything else, sweetheart?" Father snapped and turned his eyes to me. His dark and terrifying eyes met mine. "She will marry him whether she fucking wants it or not?"

"I won't marry him!" I growled as my nose flared with anger. How could he do this to his daughter?

"You will marry him. I'm not asking for your permission." Father retorted back as his eyes pierced into mine and a shiver passed down my spine. "Jennet out." He ordered Mother.

She looked at me, and her eyes were fearful. "No." She protested, shaking her head.

"Fucking out now!" Father shouted at her, making her tremble.

Mom watched me and pleaded in her eyes. I gave her a nod. "Mom go. I'll be fine."

She bit her lower lip as tears ran down her cheeks. After a protest, she dragged herself out of the room and left us alone. I forced a lump down my throat before meeting my father's gaze. His dark brown eyes ran down my body, and his lips curled into a cruel smile. "My daughter is beautiful. What is the use of this beauty if it doesn't work for me?" He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung around the chair before strolling towards me.

"I gave Beckham Walker a chance, but he lost it. He couldn't compete with Dave Francis," he said with a sneer.

Beckham Walker, my boyfriend I was supposed to marry before Dave Francis. Beckham was kind, honest, and funny. He cared for me, and my family. He respected me, willing to do anything for the sake of my happiness. He was even my biggest fan. I smiled sadly. He knew I would never love him despite this; he agreed to marry me. He was not a multi-millionaire, but not poor either. He owned a few restaurants in New York and I was happy about it. I like him and would happily accept him as my husband.

Everything went well until he showed up. Dave Francis. Who the fuck is he? And what does he want from me? Why does he want to marry me? And why does this name sound so familiar to me?

"Ava.." Father interrupted my thought and made me look at his cruel face. "I can't give up Miller's. It's the last gift from your grandfather. I have no idea what is happening in our textile industry for the last few years. It has been incurring huge losses and it is affecting my shareholders. No one is willing to invest in Miller's corporation now. That's why I chose this way to save our inheritance. Dave Francis is the richest banker in the country. He agreed to lend me money and would buy my share, but only on one condition. He wants you as his wife. He wants to marry you and make you his wife."

He moved back to his table and grabbed the cigarette box pulled out one and put it to his lips before lighting it up. "The condition I put between Dave and Beckham was that the person who would give me a large amount of money, I would give him you. In simple words, I auctioned you between the two of them and Dave won. He is filthy rich and you know your father very well. He loves money more than anything else." He smirked and sucked in the smoke.

I glared at him. "And what about me, father? This is my life and you have no right to decide my place! I won't marry Dave. I'll marry Beck. That's my final decision whether you accept it or not," I said through my teeth as angry tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Ava..." He gritted his teeth.

I shook my head. "I said I wouldn't marry him..."

"Ava..."

"I won't Father!!" I growled.

Before I could think of anything else, he grabbed my right hand and pressed his cigarette on my skin. He made me cry in pain. "Darling, just do what you said!!" He snarled and let go of my hand.