I snatched the contract from his hand. My knees almost gave out as I stared at the contract in my hands, the ink bleeding under my trembling fingers. My name. My future. All of it signed away like a car or a piece of land. "I didn't sign this," I whispered.
"No," I said, louder this time, my breath shaking. "No. What is this? What have you done?" But I never signed it. I never saw this document in my life. My heart pounded in my ears as I turned to my father. My voice cracked when I spoke "When did I sign this?" He wouldn't look at me. "Dad—when did I sign this?!" His lips trembled. "You didn't. Not really." It felt like the floor was cracking beneath me. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I... I had copies of your old paperwork from the apartment lease. Your job applications. I just—" His voice collapsed into a pathetic whisper. "I traced it." The words hit harder than a slap. "You forged my name," I said hollowly. "To sell me." They were going to take everything, Liana. Everything your mother left behind." I took a step back from him like he was toxic. "She left me," I whispered. "Not this mess. Not this house. Me. And you traded me away like a bargaining chip."
Enough of the family drama Gerald' Dominic said. A low click echoed through the room. Dominic's bodyguard, a tall man dressed in black, stepped forward. "What are you doing?" I asked, backing away. Dominic didn't even glance at me. "She's finished here." The guard moved fast. "Wait—don't touch me!" I struggled against his grip, but it was no use. I tried to twist, kick, claw but something sharp pricked my neck. Pain flared for only a second. Then everything spun. The last thing I heard before the world tilted into darkness… was Dominic's voice.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Gerald.