Sold by My Own Cousin- Trapped in the Tribe — Novel

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In the remote reaches of the Hastings Tribe, a young woman finds herself ensnared in a web of deceit and danger. After a seemingly innocuous ride home turns into a nightmarish captivity, she realizes that her cousin's betrayal has landed her in a world ruled by ancient customs and ruthless men. With her boyfriend, Albie Hastings, the tribe's young leader, seemingly out of reach, she must navigate the treacherous waters of a society that views her as nothing more than a prize to be won.

As she faces the horrors of the tribe's brutal traditions, her fight for survival becomes a desperate race against time. Will she be able to hold onto her identity and escape the clutches of those who seek to break her spirit? Or will the darkness of the Hastings Tribe consume her, leaving her to endure the twisted trials that await?

With each passing moment, the stakes rise higher, and the question lingers: can love truly conquer the savage ways of the tribe, or is she destined to become just another victim of its cruel customs? As tension mounts and danger lurks around every corner, her resolve is tested in ways she never imagined.

Sold by My Own Cousin- Trapped in the TribeChapter 1

My cousin advised me to cancel my Spring Festival travel ticket and take her boyfriend's car home instead.

At first, I wanted to refuse, but after her repeated persuasion, I eventually agreed.

As soon as I got in the car, I felt drowsy. By the time I woke up, I was already in a remote mountain village.

A group of men surrounded me, saying they wanted me to bear children for them.

When I saw the tattoos on their arms, I was shocked. It was the emblem of the Hastings Tribe.

My boyfriend, Albie Hastings, was the young leader of the Hastings Tribe. I never expected to end up in his hometown.

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"This wide pelvis is definitely built for giving birth to sons."

"Pretty girl, hurry up and choose one of us to be your husband for tonight."

The men surrounding me stared at me lecherously, their eyes filled with lust, as if they were about to take me right then and there.

Panicked, I looked at the men before me and soon, my gaze caught something. Each of them had a distinctive tattoo on their arm.

I knew this tattoo all too well.

My boyfriend, Albie, had the same tattoo on his arm, but his was red, while these men’s were black.