I Sold My Misfortune To A Strange Duke

“You need to repay me for raising you. Do you really have to see your mother living in such poverty?”
Cecilia said gloomily, dressed in a splendid gown and adorned with expensive jewels.
All of that was likely the price for selling Elena.
Her only mother had sold Elena to get money, and her only sister had received a terminal diagnosis.
Elena had only one choice she could make.
‘You can come find me if you need to.’
Opening the bedroom door of the strange man who had offered her the only escape.