Nobela ni Scarlett Heart

CHAPTER FIVEAmelia’s POV “Oh, please, go to hell. I wasn’t sold—it was a misunderstanding,” I denied, though deep down I knew my friends were probably looking for me… if they weren’t among the girls in that auction house.He chuckled, shaking his head.“You haven’t changed at all—still as gullible as ever. Let me explain how it works for you. You said you were hanging out with your friends, right? Was it Zara and that gang of jealous uglies you move around with?” he questioned, his voice dripping with disdain.“Don’t insult my friends like that,” I warned, scowling.“Just answer the damn question, Lia,” he snapped.“Yes. I met with them after work and we went to a club,” I replied, surprised by his harsh tone.“And do you know this club?” he pressed.“No. But it was fancy, with a long queue outside. They told me it was popular,” I explained.“And when you got inside?” he probed further.“We went to the VIP lounge, and some guys were waiting for us,” I said, notic

CHAPTER FOUR(Twenty-two hours earlier)Hayden’s POVThe excessive amount of blood gushing from his sliced stomach made me briefly reconsider opening him up further to check his insides—though, truth be told, it was tempting.“Tell me how this feels, Mr. Frederick?” I asked the naked man on the table. Peeling off my blood-stained white gloves, I ripped the duct tape from his mouth.“Argh! Stop! Stop, please!” he screamed, his voice hoarse. Mucus dripped from his nose, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Pathetic. And yet… not nearly enough for me.He was in pain, sure. But not enough.If he could still speak, then he was still far too comfortable.“You didn’t answer my question. How does it feel?” I asked again, my voice calm, almost bored, as I pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.“Painful!” he sobbed, his whole body trembling.I nodded slowly, pretending to sympathize.If he thought this was painful, then he was still at peace. I picked up the scalpel again and began cutting deeper whe

CHAPTER THREEAmelia’s POV What am I supposed to do now?Beg for my freedom?The leather seat creaked as I shifted uncomfortably, the faint scent of cigarette smoke lingering in the car. My hands itched against the cold cuffs, and my heart was beating in a slow, panicked rhythm.“What did you get yourself into this time?” a deep voice asked from somewhere beside me. I froze, unsure if I should answer—or if speaking would make things worse.Silence filled the rest of the ride, broken only by the aggressive clack of keyboard keys. Someone was typing, fast and precise, like they were sealing my fate with every keystroke. I leaned my head back against the seat, forcing myself to think—really think—about a way out.After seeing the way they had treated the other girls in that hellhole of a place, I knew better than to act on impulse. These weren’t the kind of people who would hesitate to kill me.But still… why would someone pay that much money for me?Are they planni

CHAPTER TWOAmelia’s POV A weak whimper left my lips when I was thrown roughly to the floor. I immediately scooted back in fear, my eyes darting around to take in my surroundings.To my dismay, I wasn’t the only one abducted. There were several girls my age here too. The only difference was that they were dressed in slutty outfits, while I still wore the crop top and jeans I’d had on at the club.I swallowed hard as a tall woman approached me. She might have been pretty if not for the heavy makeup caked on her face. As she got closer, a shiver crawled down my spine.She stopped in front of me and grabbed my chin, pressing my cheeks between her fingers. The rough calluses against my skin made me realize—this wasn’t a woman at all. It was a man dressed as one.“Bring another dress for her. She can’t be auctioned this way,” she announced. One of the men exited the room immediately.At first, I didn’t fully grasp the danger I was in—until her words sank in.Auctione

CHAPTER ONE Amelia’s POV “Five million!”“It’s a deal then. Check if she’s intact so we can sell her off!”Tears burned my eyes as I sat curled in the corner of the room. The thick cloth gag between my teeth pinned my tongue down, smothering my pleas for mercy.My gaze wandered to the other end of the room where three men stood, their backs turned to me as they discussed the price of selling me off like a bag of potatoes.One of them turned, a grin spreading across his lips when he saw me struggling against the restraints binding my wrists and ankles.“Give up. You’re about to be sold to the highest bidder,” he said, crouching down to my level. He gripped my chin, forcing it up, his fingers digging into my skin.“You’re still intact, and you seem fine. I’m sure the men will go crazy at the sight of you.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes devouring me lustfully.I jerked my face away, and his finger scraped across my cheek. Pain stung instantly, and