"It's a girl, sir." The doctor said as he handed him his new born daughter.

"A girl?" Michael looked down at the baby girl with disappointment in his eyes. The baby was fast asleep in his arms. He looked up to see his wife, laying on the bed. He kept his eyes on her as anger slowly started taking over him, how dare this woman give him a girl. How dare she give him what he least wanted.

"Michael?" His wife called out to him, he noticed that she was covered in sweat from her head to toe. She had been in labor for eleven hours and she looked exhausted from the pain and all the pushing that she did.

"She's our baby girl." His wife said with a smile filled with nothing but happiness.

He wasn't happy at all though. He wanted a boy, a strong health boy, not a girl. He wanted a boy that would one day grow up to become a strong man and be able to take over his business.

But instead, he got a girl. A weak little girl.

"Michael?" His wife called out to get his attention again. He looked down at her with a look that gave away no emotion in his eyes.

"What should we name her?" She asked, the smile on her lips never fading as she looked at her dear husband. The man she fell in love with, the man who stoled her heart away at first sight.

"I-" he opened his mouth to speak but quickly stopped himself and closed it. He looked down at his daughter in his arms.

It took years to be able to get his wife pregnant, and after trying so hard to get her pregnant, he finally did by some miracle.

He still rememberd being so happy from the news of him becoming a father soon. His wife and him didn't want to know the sex of the baby, they wanted it to be a surprise but even though he didn't know the sex, he was so sure that it was going to be a boy.

He never wanted a girl. A girl can't take over his business, she could never be able to handle the job and do it as well as he can. Girls are weak, useless and only good enough to carry children, he thought. When it comes to his job, he wants a boy, a boy who can become a great leader and take control.

"I don't know," he said. "Name her as you wish, I will be taking my leave." He carefully handed his daughter to the mother who looked at him with a confused look on her face as her eyes filled up with tears.

He knew very well that his wife won't be able to have another child. He knew that they were getting old and that his wife wouldn't be able to carry another baby in her womb.

"Michael, we can-" his wife knew what the problem was. He was so happy thinking that they were going to have a boy. But his wife was happy with just having a baby, she didn't care if the sex was female or male. She wanted nothing more than to be able to have his child, and she did.

"No!" He shouted at her. He was losing it, he was slowly losing his patience with his wife. He continued to think "why?" Why had his wife given him a girl and not a boy as he wanted.

He looked at his wife and saw her sad expression. He didn't want to upset his wife though, she had just given birth to his child.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down and carefully thought about his next words. "I don't care what you name her," he told her with a cold tone.

He turned around, and walked out of their room without taking a glance back at his wife and child.

If his wife isn't going to give him a boy, he would have to find someone else who could. He would find a woman who is able to give him a boy.

She watched as her baby slept in her arms. "She's beautiful," she whispered. The doctor smiled at her, "I have to leave now. The nurses will stay behind to clean up." The doctor told her.

She thanked him for everything before he grabbed his suit case and left.

The two nurses cleaned up as she continued to hold her daughter in her arms. "Your daddy loves you very much." She whispered down at her, as she said that, the baby suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked into her baby's eyes and smiled. She was perfect, her baby was perfect in every way possible.

"Ma'am? Have you thought of a name?" She nodded her head, her eyes never leaving her daughters.

"Marcia," she whispered.

*

The years passed and by each day that went by, Marcia only seemed to get stronger and bigger. By the age of 16, everyone had already noticed that one day she would be a great leader.

"Mom, do you know where papa is?" Her mother looked at her and shook her head no. "He might be in his office, sweetie." Marcia smiled at her mother before running to her fathers office. Her cheerful mood is what keeps the little happiness thats left in the house, her mother thought.

Marcia, stopped in front of the large brown wooden door, she raised her hand and as she was about to knock on it, the door swung open.

In front of her stood a young boy, around the same age as her. He looked her up and down before setting his green eyes on her blue ones. He smirked at her, "you must be Marcia," he cockily said to her.

"Marcia?" She looked over the boys shoulder to see her father standing right behind him. "Is there anything that you need?" He asked her. Marcia shook her head no, "I just came to tell you that dinner is ready," she told him.

Michael kept his cold gaze on her, "come inside so that I can properly introduce you two," he said.

The boy named Liam, stepped aside to let Marcia in. She always listened to her father, but truth be told, she was more than afraid of him. She's seen what her father is capable of doing, she's seen her own father murder someone in front of her very own eyes, and thats something that she can never forget.

Marcia, kept her distance to the side as Liam stood beside her, he kept smiling at her for some reason. "Marcia, this is Liam," her father said.

"He will be staying with us from now on," Marcia wouldn't dare turn her head to look at the handsome boy standing beside her.

"Liam is the son of a close friend of mines." Michael had his eyes set on his daughter, who also had her eyes set on his. "Liam is to be your future husband, Marcia."

Marcia seemed to have stopped breathing, the air around her had seem to have been taken away from her lungs. "What?" She whispered. Michael raised an eyebrow at his daughter, who had now turned pale white.

"Hey, are you okay?" Liam, reached out to touch Marcia's forehead, but before his hand was able to touch her, she stepped away from his reach.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed. Liam looked at her with an amused look in his eyes. He liked her already, he liked her attitude towards him.

"Leave my office, show Liam your room and then show him the room across from yours." Michael told her. She was only able to nod her head to him, she knew she wasn't in any position to argue against him.

She turned around without saying a word and quickly left the office with Liam on her tail. "Hey! Wait don't walk so fast." He told her.

Marcia ignored him till they reached the second story of the house. "That's your room right there," she said as she pointed towards the brown door across from hers.

Liam raised an eyebrow at her, why was she acting strange he thought. Didn't she already know that they are to get married as soon as they turn 18?

"Ah, I know this is the first that that we have met, but I would like to get to know you." He told her.

Marcia stared at him with an annoyed look in her eyes. She wasn't going to break eye contact with him no matter how uncomfortable it got. Liam felt himself starting to get nervous, he looked away and cleared his throat. "Ah, I'll be in my room," he quickly said. He opened the brown door and went inside, he closed the door behind him.

"What an idiot," Marcia whispered. What an idiot he was, she thought. "I don't want to marry him, I don't even like him." She opened the door to her room and went inside. She made sure to close the door and lock it after her.

*

The night came and Marcia was already in bed. She closed her eyes and started to fall asleep when she suddenly heard a sound that caused her to wake up.

Her room was dark, she was barely able to see anything. She quickly sat up only to see through the night as the door to her room was forced opened. Two large men with black clothing walked inside, one of them was dragging Liam by the arm.

As Marcia was about to scream for help, one of the men with the black clothes grabbed her by the root of her hair, "don't make a sound," he hissed at her as he put the head of his gun against her temple.

She's had never heard that man's voice before, she doesn't even know who these men could be. He roughly let her go, causing her to moan out in pain.

The one dragging Liam by the arm, through him onto the bed. Liam started to back up until his back was against Marcia's chest.

"Both of you, undress," one of the guys ordered as he held up his gun towards Liam and Marcia. "W-what?" Liam stuttered out in a whisper.

"Undress yourself and make her yours," the man in black nodded towards Marcia, who had started to shake by now. Liam could feel her shaking, and all he was able to do was touch her hand to try to comfort her.

"Do it!" The man shouted. Liam slowly got off the bed, his eyes never leaving the two men standing in front of the bed. There was barely enough light coming through the window for Liam, to be able to see their eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't see their face in the darkness.

"Make the girls yours, or your mommy and daddy will be killed."

The room went silent, Liam wasn't sure of what to do. He knew that they weren't playing, but he didn't want to touch Marcia unless she wanted him to.

"You're lyin-" Liam started to speak. "We aren't lying, your parents are at risk here, make the girls yours or they simply die." The men started to back away into the shadows of the room.

Marcia and Liam knew that they were watching them, but Liam knew what he had to do. He knew that Michael was behind all this, he knew that this was Michaels plan to try to get his daughter pregnant. Michael was an obsessed creep that wanted a son, but for now. He'll settle for a grandson.

Liam pulled his shirt off, Marcia looked up at him with tears running down her eyes. She was living it again, she was living hell again. She didn't dare move from the fear running inside of her.

This wasn't the first time that her father had set something like this up for her.

"I'm sorry," Liam whispered as he pulled his boxers down. Marcia's body was trembling in fear, she knew that this would happen again. She knew that her father wouldn't be happy until she gave him a boy.

As Liam reached out for her, Marcia looked away from him with tears running down her eyes.