"I do." He answered in a monotone. It was to be expected from the boy who was forced into this marriage agreement at the age of 15. He could at least smile a little since we were on the same boat here. But it was hilarious really; not one person in here, knew the real reason why this was happening. Obviously they believe in the fate of love a little too much. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." The priest said, smiling widely at the young couple standing before him. Ryler, clenched his jaw and stared at me intently; making me feel slightly intimidated. He made a move to whisper in my ear. "Trust me- you will regret this ever happened." With that being said; he pulled away to stretch a fake smile on his face before leaning in slowly to press his lips against mine. It wasn't a soft passionate kiss like those in the movies. It was anger disguised as if that 'I do' actually meant something. Only I knew what it meant: He was going to make me pay. #147 Teen Fiction: 16/04/16 O N _ A _ V E R Y _ L O N G _ A S S _ H I A T U S

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.