Bidding for love

Sarah’s POVStriding down the paseo, heading for an interview, I’m thinking about my auctioning scheduled tonight. I’ve been drowning in problems, weighed down by family responsibilities and swimming in debts, hence, I agreed to Mr Maguire’s sick plan of auctioning me to filthy rich men who’ve got money to throw around. But I made it clear that a date is all the highest bidder is getting.“What the...?” I yell as soon as a puddle of dirty water is splashed on me. It swiftly greets my chin, trailing down my chest and finally stopping on my tight faded blue skirt. “Seriously!” I groan irritatedly, trying to somehow dry off the liquid with my hand.In utmost fury, my eyes dart to the stupid car that has ruined my outfit, my mood and possibly, my day. Like I’m not already having a bad day and the day has only just begun.I glare at the vehicle as it makes its way to the front of a building and parks there. It’s a shiny, black car, very fancy. I’m terribly concerned with the fact that my o

Sarah’s POVThe pang in my chest resurfaces and this time, it’s even harder and intense. My heart throbs erratically, my chest constricting. The feeling is overwhelming and foreign. And it took just those words ripping out of Mr Grim’s lips to get these emotions swiveling through my body.Mr Grim’s rival is still holding me in a firm grasp. His arm becomes even tighter around my waist and I can feel his nails piercing through my dress. I flinch and wriggle my body against his, trying to break free of his grip.“Let her go,” Mr Grim says again, the spite in his voice getting louder and more noticeable. He’s shooting daggers at the guy, looking at him like he wants to have his head on a silver platter.What the hell is going on? Who are these men and why are they dragging me into whatever conflict they’re having?“And why should I?” He spits, his expression and attitude very sour. He clenches his teeth and digs his nails into my waist.I yelp and Mr Grim takes note of it. I’ve been too

Sarah’s POVOn the floor, is my mother, unconscious with blood dripping out of her nose and mouth. She looks lifeless! God, I hope she’s not!Mom!” I squeal like a stuck pig, tears instantly pooling my eyes as I hurry to meet her. Her body’s cold yet she’s sweating profusely. I check her pulse and her heartbeat. I heave a little sigh of relief. Thank goodness! She’s still alive.“Mom!” I call out to her and lift her from the ground. She’s lost weight incredibly, now thinner and paler than normal. The red spots on her skin are still as evergreen as the first time they appeared.I carry her outside and bang on my neighbor’s door until the 40-year-old man comes out. He sees the tears welling in my eyes and my mother resting on me with her eyes closed. He doesn’t ask any question, he rushes in and grabs his car keys then helps me lay my mother in the backseat. We’ve been through this a couple of times before.I get in the backseat and we drive off to the nearest hospital. Hot tears are st