The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 11

The Princess Lives in a Truman World Chapter 11

On the livestream, Aria was dressed impeccably, but her eyes were dull and lifeless.

She loved money, but that did not mean she wanted to be sold to an older man.

I could not imagine what the rest of her life would be like.

The overweight man in his fifties wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tightly against him, grinning with satisfaction.

Even through the screen, the sight made me sick.

Mom and Dad, however, were smiling happily for the camera.

A chill passed through me.

People like them did not deserve to be called parents.

They did not love their children. They exploited their own daughters and manipulated other people’s emotions for profit.

I closed the livestream and refused to watch any more.

About two days later, I received a call from an unfamiliar number.

The moment I answered, Aria’s furious scream came through the phone.

“Sofia, are you happy now? This is all your fault!”

I could not help laughing.

“None of this has anything to do with me. I wasn’t the one who made you go with that old man.”

“Isn’t this the life of luxury you always wanted?”

“He treats you well, doesn’t he? I’m sure he takes excellent care of you.”

My voice was openly mocking.

Judging by how completely she was falling apart, he clearly did not treat her well at all.

“Why?” Aria whispered. “Why? Why do you get to live freely overseas while I’m trapped here?”

“Why?” I repeated calmly.

“Because if Mom and Dad had chosen you to be raised in deliberate deprivation, you would have ended up just as miserable.”

A piercing scream erupted from the other end of the call.

Through clenched teeth, she said, “Don’t laugh at me. It won’t be long before Mom and Dad drag you back too.”

“Then they’ll sell you to some sixty-year-old man.”

I scoffed and ended the call.

That was assuming they could ever make it to Germany and get their hands on me.

For some time, I had been collecting and organizing evidence of everything illegal my parents had done on their livestreams.

It started with years of child neglect, child endangerment, and exposing a minor to sexual activity. It ended with them trafficking their own daughter.

They had used the livestreams to rake in money, helped launder money, and taken part in the Corleone Family’s other criminal operations.

I turned the entire file over to law enforcement.

They would finally face the punishment they deserved.

Coming to Germany after me was no longer their biggest problem. They would be fortunate to see the outside of a jail cell anytime soon.

Mom and Dad were arrested.

Even then, Aria still could not escape the older man’s control.

Hadn’t she always loved money?

Hadn’t she always wanted to live in a mansion with a wealthy man to take care of her?

Wasn’t this the life she had wanted?

Recently, I had made friends from countries all over the world.

My studies were exhausting, but they were worth every hour of work.

After class one evening, I stepped out of a grocery store, and the cool breeze against my face left me feeling light and free.

In the distance, the golden sun sank slowly toward the horizon, illuminating the edge of the world.

Everything around me felt beautiful and full of hope.

So did my future.