The Collateral Girl
I remember the day my father told me I was no longer a daughter, but a payment. He didn't look at me when he said it. He just stared at the mahogany desk, his voice flat, as if he were discussing the price of grain. My father had lost a bet—not a game of cards, but a series of bad investments and secret debts to a man named Ethan. The terms were archaic, a family pact from a generation ago that...
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