Gambler father

When Gambler Dad brought debt collectors home, the neighbors all said my life was over. After Mom jumped to her death, Gambler Dad forced me to drop out of high school to work, and now he wants to sell me to pay off his debts. With a father like him, no one could help me. Gambler Dad held up my mother’s ashes, gloating: “Your resistance is pointless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” No one dared to stand up for me, all afraid of offending the casino’s owner. But what they didn’t know was that I had already met the casino’s owner three days ago. That man licked and kissed the side of my face, asking: “What do you want?” I turned away, saying hatefully: “I want Gambler Dad to suffer a fate worse than death!” – When I returned home from work, I found Gambler Dad sitting in my apartment with a group of men. The way he sat there, chest puffed out, made me sick. I hadn’t seen Gambler Dad for six months. The last time we met, he threw a $150,000 debt note in my face, cursing and demanding I pay it back. Then he grabbed the last valuable items from our home and quickly left. Leaving me alone to face the casino’s debt collectors and a landlord demanding rent. These past six months haven’t been easy. Debt collectors kicked my door daily, hurling insults around the clock. Neighbors complained about me repeatedly, and management notified my landlord to have me move out as soon as possible. I was forced to move from place to place, even sleeping on the streets at one point. To pay off the debt, I worked three jobs daily, enduring occasional harassment from customers. A few days ago, I finally snapped and slapped a creepy guy, which caused quite a scene and got me fired, losing a significant source of income. Fortunately, of the $150,000 debt Gambler Dad left me, only $20,000 remained. Just earlier, a female neighbor called to tell me Gambler Dad had brought people to my home. I thought he had finally found his conscience and wanted to take responsibility for his debts. I even adjusted my expression, planning to greet him with a smile. But when I arrived home, Gambler Dad was cutting into the birthday cake I had prepared in advance. Seeing me enter, he took a bite of cake. “Why are you so late on your birthday? Got a boyfriend? Let me tell you, I won’t approve unless he has a million dollars!” I stood stiffly at the doorway, watching him massacre my cake. I couldn’t help but ask: “What are you doing here?” Gambler Dad stuck a match into the cake, casually lit it with a lighter, and pushed it toward me. The flickering flame cast shadows across his face, making me momentarily disoriented, as if I’d returned to when Mother was still alive. Back then, Gambler Dad had sworn to quit gambling and live a decent life. Gambler Dad was good-looking; in his youth, he used that face to deceive my mother, and later used it to borrow money he never repaid. “Of course I’m here to celebrate my precious daughter’s birthday,” Gambler Dad suddenly said. I snapped back to reality as he continued: “Come, I’ll sing you a birthday song.” Before he finished speaking, the match on the cake had burned out, leaving black ash that fell onto the cake, making it too dirty to eat. “Come here,” he urged. I cautiously asked: “What exactly do you want?” Nothing good could come from this situation. The debt collector who had been silent suddenly cleared his throat. Gambler Dad immediately trembled with fear and hurriedly said: “I owe another $800,000.” I knew this bastard wouldn’t show up unless he wanted something. “I can’t pay it! Get out of my house now!” Gambler Dad’s expression darkened, no longer playing the role of a caring father. “You’re kicking me out?! Piper Barker! I’m your father! I gave you life and raised you. What’s wrong with paying me back a little money?!” Then, as if remembering something, he softened his tone and said: “This time you won’t have to work hard. I’ve found a job for you.” I let out a cold laugh without responding. Gambler Dad continued regardless: “All you have to do is sell your body, and you’ll get the money!” He smiled at me, waiting for me to be moved to tears, waiting for me to kneel down and praise him for saving my life. His expression was exactly the same as when he drove my mother to her death.

My mother was beautiful, like a movie star, with a gentle and kind personality. Unfortunately, she was too naive and was tricked by my gambling-addicted father into marrying him. Less than two years after their wedding, my grandparents died in a car accident. My father took all the inheritance they left for my mother and gambled it away until nothing remained. At that time, he still had some conscience left. He knelt down, apologized to my mother, and promised to change his ways. After that, our family did enjoy a period of happiness—until the eighth year after I was born. His mistress suddenly showed up at our door demanding money from my mother, claiming that my father owed her 100,000 and wouldn’t answer her calls. The confrontation was intense, and the mistress eventually ended up at the police station. But the outcome was that my mother used the money she had saved for my college education to pay off my father’s debt. As for my father himself, he had gone into hiding before the incident and only reappeared after everything was settled. He used his old tricks again—apologizing, crying, and making promises. He even used me to manipulate my mother. Their belief was that a child needed a complete family to grow up happy. My mother, concerned for my well-being, had no choice but to continue living with him. But my father kept gambling and accumulating debts. He was like a leech, clinging to my mother and draining her dry. When I was sixteen, debt collectors broke into our home, smashing and looting everything, turning our house into ruins. They beat my father half to death and threatened to cut off his hands and remove his kidneys if he couldn’t repay the money. My father panicked and pointed at my mother, shouting, “Don’t cut off my hands! This bitch is pretty—take her and make her work as a prostitute! Take her!!” The debt collectors looked my mother up and down, smiling with satisfaction. They released my father and grabbed my mother, dragging her toward the door. She broke free from their grip and suddenly started laughing—a strange and terrifying laugh. Mom gently brushed against my cheek and said, “Piper, I’m sorry. But I’m so tired, I need to rest now.” Amid countless malicious stares and sneers, she looked at me with sorrow and guilt. Then, with strength from who knows where, she broke free from their restraint, rushed toward the half-open window, and jumped. That’s how my mother died—right before my eyes. I stood there in shock, feeling as if the world had gone silent. I watched as the debt collectors grabbed my gambling father, raised their knives, cut off his hand, and removed his kidney. I watched those brutal men swagger out of my home, leaving behind a bleeding, screaming father, my mother’s body, and me—my mind completely blank. Now, he was pressuring me to sell my body to pay off his debts, just as he had forced my mother years ago. I was trembling with anger, unable to speak for a long time. “Piper, only you can save me. They said they’ll kill me if I don’t pay up this time. Please help me!” My father wiped the cream from his hands and pulled a box from his pocket. My heart started racing immediately. Those were my mother’s ashes. On the day of her funeral, my father had stolen half of her remains. This had been his means of controlling me all these years. “Just go sell yourself, and I’ll return your mother’s ashes to you.” I stared directly at him. My father’s face was distorted with greed, looking not like a father but like a terrifying demon. In that moment, I felt how unfair it was for my mother, and I was devastated to have such a father. But I didn’t cry. I simply reached out and took my mother’s ashes, holding them the way she used to hold me when I was little. My father’s expression was both surprised and delighted. He pulled out a set of lingerie from somewhere and handed it to me, saying, “Put this on quickly! A big shot at the casino has his eye on you. You can make 500,000 in one night!” I let out a cold laugh, thinking to myself, “A big shot? How big could he be compared to Elias Cole?”

I looked at Gambler Dad’s excited face and said, “I know important people at the casino too.” “For my mother’s sake, I might let you die in one piece if you stop now.” If Gambler Dad knew I was acquainted with Elias, and that Elias had promised to grant me three requests, he would definitely start scheming how to get money from Elias. Gambler Dad rolled his eyes, with a look of utter contempt. “You know important people? Get real. Put your clothes on now!” I slapped the clothes away. “I won’t wear them! Didn’t you say you know important people? I wonder how your contact compares to Elias?” Hearing this, Gambler Dad wanted to slap me but feared damaging my face would lower my price. “How dare you mention Mr. Cole?” Suddenly, he realized something and said, “If you really have connections with Mr. Cole, I could do whatever I want at the casino! Damn, I sold you too early! But that’s fine, I’ll clean you up later and ask Mr. Cole if he wants you.” I was thoroughly disgusted. “Eden White, you make me sick!” Despite my insult, Gambler Dad neither lost his temper nor paid attention to me, but kept the clothes in his hand. “You don’t have to wear them now. You can put them on when we get there.” He rubbed his hands together and looked fawningly at the debt collector. “Let’s go to the casino now.” Gambler Dad had the debt collector forcibly drag me away. Neighbors who witnessed this tried to intervene. He glared at them and said, “My daughter is being sent to an important person at the casino! Are you opposing the casino? The people behind the casino are the renowned Cole family!” At the mention of the Cole family, and seeing the debt collectors surrounding me, the neighbors backed off, not daring to say more. Gambler Dad laughed, snatched my mother’s ashes, and said smugly, “Your resistance is useless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” “Give me back my mother’s ashes!” I lunged forward to grab them but was blocked by the debt collector. Gambler Dad patted the urn. “I tried to persuade you for so long, and you wouldn’t listen. Who knew a dead person would be so useful.” “Give them back!” I struggled desperately, but the debt collector held me too tightly—I couldn’t even free my arms. Gambler Dad balled up the lingerie and stuffed it into my mouth. “Save your breath for later. Hey, be gentle with her—don’t leave any marks on my daughter.” When we reached the casino, Gambler Dad was still trying to convince me: “Piper, you need to understand me. Don’t you want a big house and to live comfortably like other girls? If you sell yourself, I can access higher-stakes gambling tables.” Every word from Gambler Dad was urging me to sacrifice myself. Bleeding my mother and grandparents dry wasn’t enough—he wanted to continue sucking my blood too. At the casino, the manager grabbed my chin, his greasy fingers freely touching my face. “Your daughter looks good. Take her directly to my place.” Gambler Dad greedily said, “I can give her away, but I promised Mr. Cook I’d take her there.” “Mr. Cook offered me $500,000. Would you like to pay more? If you offer a higher price, I’ll deliver her to your bed right now!” Gambler Dad’s expression was manic and greedy as he repeatedly glanced at the gambling tables nearby, his body trembling uncontrollably. I knew Gambler Dad’s gambling addiction was flaring up again. He couldn’t even wait long enough to deliver me to the big shot he mentioned. Gambler Dad’s legs gave way as he fell to his knees beside the manager, clutching his pant leg obsequiously. “Money! Just give me money! My daughter is yours!” The manager, fully aware of what kind of person Gambler Dad was, placed his foot on Gambler Dad’s head. “You want money? Fine. Lick my shoes first.” As soon as the manager removed his foot from Gambler Dad’s head, Gambler Dad eagerly began licking his shoes. “Thank you! Thank you!” The scene made me sick to my stomach. I turned my head away, only to have the manager force it back to examine me closely. “What a beauty.” The manager kicked Gambler Dad, “Want to play at a bigger table?” Gambler Dad rolled on the ground twice, then crawled back like a dog, snickering. “Yes! I do!” The manager looked at me lecherously and said, “Then strip your daughter and let me see her.” Both Gambler Dad and I froze. The commotion had already drawn attention, but the manager’s words instantly attracted half the casino’s focus. “Damn, that girl is gorgeous. Too bad she’s fallen into Ollie’s hands. His violent reputation with women is legendary. He always puts them in the hospital.” “She looks so innocent. Hope Ollie finishes quickly so we can have our turn.” Their comments grew increasingly vulgar and disgusting. The gamblers around us turned to look, their faces wearing sleazy smiles as they pointed at me. Fighting the revulsion I felt, I broke free from the manager’s grip and raised my voice, “No way!” I couldn’t let them strip me! Elias was so possessive—if he found out others had seen my body, forget about the three requests, he might kill me on the spot. But Gambler Dad didn’t see it that way. He was determined to use me to fund his gambling. Gambler Dad asked, “Then the money for my daughter…” Ollie snorted, “I’m not as stingy as Leon who only offered $500,000. I’ll pay off your $800,000 debt.” Gambler Dad’s eyes widened with excitement, bulging outward, making him look even more demonic. “I’ll strip my daughter right now!” Gambler Dad yanked the lingerie from my mouth and presented it to Ollie. “I bought this lingerie specially. Perfect to put on her.” Ollie smiled with satisfaction. I was terrified. I didn’t want to be stripped naked in public. I still needed to use Elias’s influence to take revenge on Gambler Dad! “Don’t touch me! Get away! Get away!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, struggling desperately. But the debt collectors on either side held me firmly. My heart filled with regret. If I hadn’t gone home to see Gambler Dad after work today, but instead gone straight to Elias, everything would have been different. Gambler Dad grinned maliciously as he tore open my blouse, buttons flying, exposing the pale skin beneath. Just as Gambler Dad was about to pull off my underwear, the entire casino fell silent. Someone said, “Mr. Cole is here.” I looked toward the speaker with tears in my eyes. A wave of despair washed over me. Now I was truly doomed.

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