My Best Friend Sold Me to a Casino (Now I Own It)

A bitter taste slid down my throat, and I instantly knew that something was wrong.

"Don't worry. This anesthetic will take effect in just 20 minutes. After that, you'll pass out, and you won't feel anything no matter what happens," Amber said, tossing the empty bottle and penknife under the table while whispering in my ear.

"Sorry, Roxy, but only one of us can live; then it can only be me!"

I could feel the anesthetic taking effect in my body. I felt all of my strength draining away, and I quickly slid to the floor as if I was going to pass out completely at any moment.

However, Bobby came back just then.

He saw me on the ground and frowned, turning to ask Amber, "What happened?"

Amber began crying and pointed at me, saying, "She said it hurt a lot when she was getting the tattoo, and she didn't even bother coloring in the last part before running away. But now the wound tore open, and she couldn't stand the pain anymore. The last thing she said was that she felt very dizzy…"

Bobby looked down at the crescent moon birthmark on my stomach and saw a very fine line around it that was bleeding.

"Is this for real? You, go tell the boss that he doesn't need to waste his time coming over anymore. This is another fake one."

A shadow fell over me, and something cold pressed against my stomach.

"To think that I almost fell for your trick! I'd have been killed! You love crescent moons, don't you? Well then, let me cut off this tattoo and stitch it onto your face!"

What?

He then pierced his knife into my wound, suddenly stimulating my dying consciousness, and I screamed aloud in agony as I struggled against him.

"No! I'm the person your boss is looking for! He's not looking for a mistress! He's looking for his daughter!"

The entire room descended into silence at once, but Bobby's cold-hearted laughter rang out right at that moment.

"No wonder you dared to tattoo the birthmark on yourself and look for him. You've certainly got the nerve to even say something like that!

"The boss doesn't even have a wife! And you're still trying to pretend to be his daughter?"

The knife was driven another inch deeper into my stomach. Yet, at that moment, the anesthesia was fully in effect, and I didn't feel the pain anymore. Still, I couldn't say anything.

In the flickers of my consciousness, I heard someone next to me say, "Bobby, this is the boss' favorite rug."

Bobby withdrew the knife at once before standing up.

"Get someone to take her away and send the rug away for cleaning."

"Bobby, should we just sell her straight off to North Cavada?"

I felt my chest tighten as I saw him wiping off the blood on his knife with a vicious look in his eyes.

"Send her to the VIP room and let the guests have their fun with her. Wait till they're sick of her before selling her off."

"What about this woman?"

Amber immediately dropped to her knees and put her hands together in a pleading motion.

"Please give me another five more days, Bobby! I promise I'll pay up all 50 million dollars of my debt! If not, then you can go ahead and do whatever you please!"

Bobby thought about it and showed her three fingers.

"Three days."

"Okay, okay. Three days. I'll go and borrow the money now!"

I felt myself being lifted up. I wanted to fight, but I didn't have the strength. I could only watch as Amber rushed out of the room like a bear was after her without even a backward glance.

Two minutes later, I was shoved into another VIP room, rowdy and packed with patrons. Countless guests crowded around me, and someone exclaimed aloud, "Hey, isn't this the boss' beloved crescent moon birthmark on the woman?"

Everyone burst into laughter. "Ah, so she's another brave one who thought of fooling Mr. Addams again!"

"That's normal. If she really played her cards right, she'd be Mrs. Addams by now!"

"Well, unfortunately for her, this lassie lost, so I guess she can only live her dreams in another country now."

A few of them began tearing off my shirt while some others grabbed my ankles. A handful of them thought I was too bloody for them and turned up their noses at me before leaving.

I felt like a discarded dishrag, unable to move or struggle. I could only look up at the gold-colored ceiling above me, my heart filled with resentment.

I had been so close to reuniting with Dad…

Suddenly, the entire room fell hushed, and steady footsteps sounded in my ear.

"Boss, Bobby just said that this woman isn't the real deal either, so he told us to toss her in here."

"Okay. Do as you see fit."

It was Dad's voice from my memories!

However, his footsteps turned away and walked in the other direction.

I panicked. Summoning strength I didn't know I still had, I shouted hoarsely at the top of my voice, "I'm Rosie!"

The footsteps stopped at once, and Dad's eyes stared straight at me.