Chapter 82

Third Person POV "Dad. Do you really want me to sell Charlotte to the brothel?" Maxim asked his father who was sitting very quietly. A glass of scotch was in Arnold's hand which he was drinking slowly while thinking about his victory. He had trapped his both sons in his lies and like a fool they were, they believed him. They both were not smart like him. He was a certified player when he was a teenager. But his son Jack became a pussy and bound himself with a single lady. He scoffed and said "Of course, we will sell her. She is a bitch anyway." Then he looked at Maxim who was looking concerned and said "But yeah don't fuck her yet. We won't get a high amount if she loses her virginity."  Maxim looked at him with a mixture of disgust and shock and said "Why would I touch her in that manner? She is my sister." "So," Arnold spoke with a bored expression. "I don't do incest. It's disgusting." Maxim told him while scrunching his nose in revulsion. Arnold scoffed mentally and this