Sold by My Family, Cherished in Death

To scrape together cash for my brother, my mother helped him drug me.

I had always known she favored him, so I spent my whole life being obedient, never daring to cross her.

Yet when I couldn't produce eight hundred thousand dollars, her palm cracked savagely across my face.

"Mr. Bailey is the richest man in all of New York! You should be on your knees thanking God he even looked your way. You dare turn this down? I'll break your legs!"

I begged them through my tears, met only by cold indifference.

In the end, I died completely alone in a hospital bed.