Sold by My Stepbrother

I fell in love with my adoptive family's son, but he never loved me back.

He brought me home.

He stripped me naked.

He locked me inside a glass cabinet.

He forced my mouth open.

He fed me mind-altering drugs.

He took countless photos of me.

He posted them on the Dark Web.

He let depraved strangers enjoy my suffering.

Then he sold me on the Dark Web.

I was trapped in endless torment.

Every day was worse than death.

After my rescue, I finally learned to let go.

I taught myself to stop loving him.

Now he's the one who's broken.

He begs me for another chance.

The day the police raided the place, I crouched in a corner.

A black hood covered my head.

My naked body was covered in scars.

I trembled as I clutched my head with both hands.

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I followed the police outside, draped in a stained bedsheet.

Media flashbulbs exploded around me incessantly.

I kept my head tucked tightly inside the black cloth bag.

My entire body trembled with fear like a vibrating sieve.

The police handed me over to the man sent to collect me.

He reached out and yanked the black bag from my head.

A beam of light stabbed into my eyes.

Terrified, I immediately dropped to my knees.

I began pounding my forehead against the concrete pavement.

The sound was deafeningly loud.

But I didn't dare stop.

I was afraid they would use lasers to blind my eyes.

A pair of hands gripped my arms, trying to pull me up from the ground.

I struggled desperately, breaking free with all my strength.

I screamed in sheer terror.

Cowering on the ground, I hugged my head, not daring to move.

"I'll be good. I'll be obedient. Please, I beg you, don't torture me."

"Young Master Noah, you're safe now. Master Liam is waiting in the car. You can go home."

Home?

I lifted my head and looked into the bodyguard's eyes.

I struggled, trying to shake off his hand.

What home did I have?

I was always an orphan.

The monstrous state I was in now was entirely Liam Roscente's doing.

His grand, public display today to collect me was merely to showcase the Roscente family's benevolence.

Yet he was the one who personally cast me into the abyss.

He made my life a living hell.

I stared at Ethan Evans and shook my head. "I won't..."

"Noah Anderson, I've been waiting for you."

A voice came from the distance.

The door of the luxury van was open.

Liam Roscente sat inside, dressed in an impeccable suit, legs crossed.

His gaze held a trace of impatience.

He was only three years older than me.

But his presence exuded an oppressive, unyielding authority.

My breath hitched, frozen with tension.

Under Liam's stare, my legs gave way.

Clenching my fists, biting my lip, I forced my feet to move toward him.

I didn't dare defy Liam.

He was a madman.

Before, I had foolishly believed that if I tried hard enough, he might come to love me as I loved him.

Now I saw the truth.

He would never love me.

He wanted me dead.

He wanted this pervert who dared desire him to die, to avoid tarnishing his reputation.

My legs felt terribly weak.

After a few steps, I nearly collapsed.

The bodyguard tried to support me several times.

I refused each time.

I expended every ounce of strength to finally reach Liam.

He looked at me with disgust.