The next morning, Mica Matamoros got up and agreed to go to the coffee with her best friend Pastora Apostol.


    She didn’t want to spend even half a minute in this house.


    In the morning, Beltran Matamoros, Cam Linares and Florencia are sitting at the table having breakfast.


    Mica Matamoros doesn’t even greet them and doesn’t even look at them, but walks past the table towards the door.


    Beltran Matamoros gets upset and says with a dark look, “What an attitude you have at this time of the morning, not even a greeting!”.


    Mica Matamoros threw out a cold word: “Good morning.”


    It was perfunctory in the extreme.


    “You!”


    Cam Linares, seeing Beltran Matamoros’ anger, reached out and patted the back of Beltran Matamoros’ hand, implying with the look that a little intolerance goes a long way.


    Cam Linares said to Mica Matamoros in a soft voice: “Mica, where are you going this morning?”.


    Mica Matamoros replied, “Is it necessary for me to tell you where I’m going?”.


    Cam Linares, still polite, said, “Even if you are going out, you should sit down to breakfast before leaving, you are young but it’s not good for your stomach if you don’t eat breakfast.”


    Florencia couldn’t stand to listen to her and said, “Mom, leave it, he’s going to take your kindness as something normal.”


    Mica Matamoros headed for the door without looking back.


    Cam Linares reminded her, “Hey Mica, there’s a dinner tonight,e back early, your father is taking you and Florencia to meet your uncles!”.


    Once Mica Matamoros left the house, Cam Linares worried, “I wonder if Mica will be back early tonight.”


    Beltran Matamoros growled, “Don’te home if she has the guts.”


    …


    Pastora Apostol was a high school friend of Mica Matamoros and they were close.


    Pastora Apostol had found a study cafeteria.


    When Mica Matamoros arrived, Pastora Apostol stood up and congratted her with a smile: “There’s our Mica Matamoros, congrattions, congrattions, an offer from Oxford University”.


    Mica Matamoros looked at her nkly and sighed, “What’s the use of having an offer from Oxford, I’m not sure I’ll get in.”


    Pastora Apostol asked suspiciously, “If you’ve gotten in, why not?”


    “My father wouldn’t even let me study abroad.”


    Pastora Apostol said angrily, “It’s not that evil woman behind this again, is it?”


    Mica Matamoros shook her head, a little tired. “I don’t know, even if she was behind it, my father would have to agree, and it doesn’t matter whose idea it was for me.”


    Pastora Apostol asked, “So, are you really just going to stand there and do nothing?”


    Mica Matamoros looked at Pastora Apostol and bit her lip, not sure if she should tell Pastora Apostol about Nico or where to start. “Pastora, if I took some shortcuts to get what I wanted and did something that you might despise what I did, would you think I did wrong?”


    Pastora Apostol looked at her amused and scoffed, “You wouldn’t want to sell your body for a license te, would you?”


    “…”


    Mica Matamoros was about to tell her that it was simr to selling her body.


    Pastora Apostol told her, “Mica, I believe in you and I will support you in whatever you decide, if you are really distressed about tuition, I can ask my mother for pocket money, but it could really be a drop in the bucket for the cost of your studies abroad.”


    Mica Matamoros smiled, “Pastora, thank you indeed.”


    “We are best friends and there is nothing I can do to help you, so what is there to thank you for. But when I graduate from college and join the working world and my sisters have money, I will support you!”.


    Mica Matamoros lifted the orange juice in front of her and bumped Pastora Apostol, smiling, “Sis bully.”


    …


    Mica Matamoros returned home in the evening.


    But as soon as she entered the living room, she saw the guests sitting on the living room sofa.


    Beltran Matamoros, who had changed his attitude towards her in thest few days, smiled rather pleasantly and kindly and gestured for her toe closer: “Mica,e here, this is daddy’s friend, Mr. Natanael”.


    Mica Matamoros greeted Mr. Nathanael with a slight nod out of politeness, “Hello Uncle Nathanael.”


    Mr. Nathanael was middle-aged and fat, with a beer belly, Mediterranean head and fat face, and he looked at Mica Matamoros with ascivious look and said with a smile, “Uncle Nathanael, Mica, don’t think I’m older than you, but those of us who are always away from home, we are up to date and young at heart! We are young!”


    Mica Matamoros scoffed, a pervert!


    Beltran Matamoros said, “Mica, Mr. Nathanael is a great man, he’s only forty years old, but he’s worth hundreds of millions of dors. He is a great example for you to follow.”


    Mica Matamoros nodded her head and said in a calm voice: “Dad, I will study and try to be a multimillionaire like Uncle Nathanael soon.”


    Beltran Matamoros: “You…”


    Mica Matamoros turned around and went upstairs.


    Beltran Matamoros immediately apologized to Mr. Nathanael: “Mr. Nathanael, my daughter is spoiled by me, she is a bit of ady.”


    Mr. Nathanael’s eyes stopped on the slender and beautiful back of Mica Matamoros, and he murmured, “Beauty has personality, it’s boring if it has no personality, Sr.”


    Cam Linaresughs and jokes, “You men still think women are young, I think you choose the younger ones!”


    Sr. Nathanael smilessciviously and points to Cam Linares, “Ms. I like personality and I’m not too picky about age, no!”.


    Of course you don’t choose your age, you are 18 years old.


    Beltran Matamoros asks: “So, Sister Natanael, is it true that you like little girls?


    Sister Natanael: “Not bad, not bad”.


    Finally, as Sr. Natanael was leaving, he stood by the car and patted Beltran Matamoros on the shoulder and said significantly, “If you ept this marriage and marry me Mica Matamoros as your wife, I will give The Matamoros Family the bride price, this much! ”


    Mr. Nathanaelpared the figure of a p to that of Beltran Matamoros.


    “Five hundred thousand?”


    “Five million.”


    …


    In the evening, Cam Linares asked Beltran Matamoros, “What did that Mr. Nathanael really say?”


    With mixed feelings, Beltran Matamoros said, “Mr. Natanael said he would give us The Matamoros family a bride price of five million if we epted the marriage.”


    Cam Linares’ eyes widened in disbelief, “So much, it seems Mr. Natanael is really in love with Mica.”


    “A bride price of five million is fine, but… if Mica doesn’t agree to marry…”


    “My lord, don’t even think of asking Mica to give her active assent to this marriage.” Cam Linares knew very well the personality of Mica Matamoros, who pretended to be intelligent.


    Beltran Matamoros mused and asked, “What do you have in mind?”.


    Cam Linares leans towards Beltran Matamoros’ ear and whispers an idea.


    Beltran Matamoros frowns a little at this, “That’s not good, Mica would hate our guts.”


    “She’s been hating us for a day or two and it’s not that serious. Besides, when Mica gets married, Sister Natanael will love her, and she will be able to feed and dress herself, and in time she will understand that we are doing it for her good, and she might even loosen her rtionship with us.”From N?velDrama.Org.


    Beltran Matamoros hesitated, but felt that Cam Linares was right.


    “Then … let’s do what you say!”.


    …


    The next day, for dinner, Cam Linares prepared a delicious meal in the kitchen.


    Mica Matamoros had nowhere to go today, so she stayed in her room all day, onlying out at lunchtime to eat something quick before going back to her room.


    At the dinner table, there were thoughts of her own.


    Cam Linares looks at Mica Matamoros, who is eating with her head down, and says with a worried smile, “Mica, you’re too thin, you need to eat more meat. Here, these are the sweet and sour pork ribs I made, try them”.


    Cam Linares handed her a piece of Ribs, which Mica Matamoros rejected with indifference: “No, I don’t need it”.


    Cam Linares didn’t bother, but in her mind she growled, “Someone will take care of you tonight!”.


    After dinner, Mica Matamoros drank half a ss of juice and went back upstairs.


    Beltran Matamoros and Cam Linares looked at each other, and Cam Linares nodded triumphantly.


    The drug was in Mica Matamoros’ ss of juice.


    She had bought it from a friend and had heard it was a very strong drug.


    …


    Upstairs, Mica Matamoros went back to her room and read a book for a while, before getting dizzy.


    She put her hand to her forehead and felt something was wrong, and was about to lie down on her bed to rest when the bedroom door clicked open.


    There stood the leering, greasy face of Mr. Nathanael.


    Mica Matamoros was so startled that she managed to get up and hit him with a pillow, “Get out!”


    She realized what was happening and grabbed her cell phone to call for help, but Mr. Natanael was already one step ahead and grabbed it with his hands!


    “Mica Matamoros, fight all you want, no matter how much you fight today, you will be mine, and the more you fight, the more I will be interested in you.”


    Mr. Natanael pounced directly on her with a fierce fury.


    Mica Matamoros summoned her willpower and deftly dodged, Sr. Natanaelshed out, but the smile on his face was even more perverse and ominous.


    Mica Matamoros screamed hysterically, “Get out of here!”.


    Mr. Natanael looked like a worm, wrapped up in her, and Mica Matamoros felt sick to her stomach, reaching out to punch and kick him.


    Mr. Natanael became more and more exalted, “I tell you Mica Matamoros, stop shouting, your father has closed the door on you, tonight, in this house, is our wedding night!”


    Mica Matamoros turned pale, her stomach churned and she was on the verge of vomiting at his words.


    Sister Natanael was disgusting, but her father, Beltran Matamoros, was even more disgusting and revolting!


    Mica Matamoros could not imagine that her own father, however disliked, however biased, would not have contemted how his daughter was forced by a fat, obscene, middle-aged, beer-bellied man.


    Mica Matamoros grimaced; after all, she had underestimated Beltran Matamoros’ limits as a human being.


    Mica Matamoros pounced on Sister Natanael’s bed. Mica Matamoros stared at the bedroom door and mentally swore to herself that if she did not die today, she would return the humiliation a hundredfold and a thousandfold.


    Sister Natanael’s fat and heavy body pressed against Mica Matamoros, causing her to suffocate.


    Mica Matamoros managed to cling to thest vestiges of consciousness and reached under her pillow for a military knife.


    Yes, it was for her own protection.


    After her mother’s death, in La familia Matamoros she was defending herself from everyone.


    And this military knife was the only gift his mother gave him before she died.


    Her mother told her with red-rimmed eyes, “Mica, mom can no longer protect you or watch over you while you grow up, from now on you must learn to defend yourself.”


    Mica Matamoros closed her eyes, tears slid down the corners of her eyes and fell on her temples.


    She drew her knife and, with a single blow, plunged it hard into the shoulder of Sister Natanael, who was crouched over her.


    Sister Nathanael screamed instantly, uttering a pig’s cry of pain.


    Sister Nathanael covered the sore spot on her shoulder, and when she touched it, a handful of blood was offered, and instantly her face turned pig liver from fear.


    “How dare you … you dare, how dare you stab me with a knife!”


    Mica Matamoros gasped, her forehead covered with fine sweat as she held the blood-stained military knife in her hand.


    Mr. Natanael was about to take another step when Mica Matamoros pointed the knife at him and threatened him in a cold voice: “If you take one more step towards me, I’ll kill you!”


    Mr. Natanael shouted, “Ah! Help! Open the door!”


    Bang, bang, bang!


    Sr. Nathanael banged loudly on the bedroom door.


    Outside the door, Beltran Matamoros and Cami Linares heard Sr. Natanael’s screams, sensed something was wrong and immediately grabbed the key and opened the door.


    But as soon as the door was opened, Mica Matamoros ran out with a bloody knife in her hand.


    And Sister Natanael fainted with fear, pointing a trembling finger at Beltran Matamoros: “How dare you, your daughter, kill me!”.


    Beltran Matamoros and Cami Linares looked at the blood on Sister Natanael’s shoulder and were horrified.