Masuk“Get her ready.”Alexei didn’t raise his voice when he said it, but the room responded all the same. Sofia barely had time to process the order before two women stepped forward, as if they had been waiting for that exact moment.“Come,” one of them said gently.Sofia glanced at him, just once.There was no hesitation in him, no pause that suggested she could refuse, and for a second she considered standing her ground anyway, just to see what would happen.She didn’t.The decision wasn’t submission, not really. It was awareness. Whatever this was, it was already moving, and she needed to understand it before she tried to resist it.So she followed.The difference was immediate the moment she stepped out into the hallway. The penthouse no longer felt like a place she had been brought into temporarily. Guards stood at intervals that looked casual until you realized none of them ever shifted without purpose. Sofia’s gaze moved as they walked, taking it all in without turning her head too
It hit exactly the way he intended it toBack to the stage, to the lights, to the men who had watched her like she was already theirs, like she wasn’t even a person, and for a second the memory pressed too close, too sharp, but she forced it down before it could show“You don’t leave room for choices,” she said quietly“I leave you the only one that matters”Silence stretched, not empty, not awkward, just heavy with everything sitting between them, and Sofia let out a slow breath before nodding once“Fine, I’ll do it”It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t obedient, it was survivalAlexei’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, moving over her face with a kind of focus that felt deliberate, like he was studying the way she said it, the way she held herself, measuring something beyond the words“Not like that,” he saidHer brows pulled together slightly “What does that mean”“It means you don’t agree like you’re being forced,” he said as he stepped closer, unhurried, controlled, the
The door had barely closed before Sofia let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and turned away from it, walking deeper into the room as if movement alone could clear her head, but it didn’t, because his words were still there, sitting heavily in her chest, refusing to leave no matter how much she tried to focus on anything elseSo that was it, leverage, nothing more than something to be used until it wasn’t needed anymore, and yet the way he had said it, the way he had looked at her when he left, didn’t feel that simple, and that annoyed her more than it shouldShe stopped near the window, staring out at the city lights below, but this time it didn’t distract her, it only made everything feel further away, like the life she knew had been cut off completely and replaced with something she didn’t choose and couldn’t escapeFineIf this was how things were going to be, then she wasn’t going to make it easy for himShe wasn’t going to stand quietly and act like she belonged t
The door opened and Sofia looked up as Alexei walked in like nothing about the night had changed for him, like buying a human being was just another decision he had made and already moved pastHe shut the door behind him and for a moment he just stood there, watching her, just taking her in like he had all the time in the worldSofia didn’t look away, even though something about his presence made it harder to stand still, like the room had tilted slightly in his direction“You’ve been looking around,” he said“I wanted to understand where I am,” she replied“And what did you figure out”She gave a small shrug, glancing briefly at the room before looking back at him “It’s beautiful, but I can’t leave, so it doesn’t really matter what it looks like”A faint shift crossed his face, almost like he expected that answer“That’s one way to see it,” he saidSilence settled between them, not awkward, just steadySofia didn’t wait this time “Why am I here”He walked closer, slow, controlled, st
The elevator ride had felt endless.Sofia stood between of Alexei’s men, her hands clasped tightly in front of her to stop them from shaking. The soft hum of the elevator filled the silence, rising higher and higher, carrying her somewhere she couldn’t see and didn’t understand. The numbers climbed steadily, each floor pulling her further away from the life she knew.She didn’t dare speak.No one else did either.The doors finally slid open with a quiet sound, revealing a space so vast and polished that for a moment, Sofia didn’t move. Warm light spilled across marble floors, reflecting softly against glass walls that stretched from floor to ceiling. Beyond them, the entire city of Moscow glittered like a sea of gold.It didn’t feel real.“Move,” one of the men said, not harsh, but firm.Sofia stepped out slowly.Her shoes echoed faintly against the floor as she took in the space. The penthouse was enormous, far larger than anything she had ever seen in person. Her eyes moved across
The doors of the club closed behind her with a heavy thud. The noise of the auction and the crowd faded instantly. Silence pressed in from all sides. Sofia’s pulse raced. Her stepfather’s hand had released her. She was now entirely in the hands of Alexei Volkov’s men.She expected rough treatment, a reminder that she was nothing. But the men guiding her moved with quiet efficiency. Their hands touched her shoulders only to steer, never to harm. There was a careful respect in the way they moved. It made the situation feel worse, somehow. She was being treated as someone important, someone owned by a man who needed no words to enforce control.Outside, the night air hit her sharply. The chill made her shiver through the thin dress she still wore. The sleek black car waited at the curb. Its polished surface gleamed under the streetlights, reflecting the city like a dark mirror. One of the men opened the door. Sofia stepped inside, leather seats cool against her legs. The faint scent of c







