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But beneath the surface, they were all the same—men who thrived on control and dominance.

They exchanged business cards, making deals that would determine the fate of countless women, all while sipping expensive drinks and laughing as if they were at a gala.

The idea that women could be bought and sold so casually was chilling.

I thought about the lives that had been shattered, the dreams that had been crushed, and the hope that had been stolen.

The human trafficking business was built on lies and exploitation, and these men were the architects of that nightmare.

Each bid was a reminder of the darkness lurking in the world, a stark reality that was both horrifying and inescapable.

My heart raced with excitement, but my mind was filled with darker thoughts.

I had always been part of the underworld—drugs, money, power.

It was a dangerous game, but I thrived in it.

I made a fortune running drugs, controlling every deal and shipment.

That was until I found out what my brother was doing.

When I discovered my brother was trafficking women a few years ago, I felt rage boil inside me.

Family meant everything to me, but he had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone.

I confronted him, our brotherly bond shattered by his sick actions.

I didn’t hesitate.

I pulled the trigger, and just like that, I ended his life.

It was quick and cold, but it was necessary.

I couldn’t let his disgusting business keep running, so I shut it down completely.

Now, I stood here, ready to buy Amina Kadir against her will.

She was beautiful and fierce, but she was just another piece in my game.

I felt no remorse about it.

To me, she was a prize, a way to regain control in a world filled with chaos.

I had wiped the slate clean of my brother's shameful actions, but now I was going to make my own mark.

As I looked around at the other bidders, I could feel their greed in the air.

They were here for the thrill, to own a woman like Amina, just like I was.

I knew her father was drowning in debt and would do anything to save himself, even if it meant selling his own daughter.

That made me want her even more.

I liked the idea of taking something precious from him.

I felt no guilt as the auction began.

I was Arben Zefi, and this was my world.

I was ready to take Amina, to own her completely.

In my mind, this was just another step in my rise to power.

I thrived on control and dominance, and she was going to be my next conquest.

The darkness within me smiled at the thought, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

As I stood in the auction house, a chill ran down my spine as I realized how much I was becoming like my brother, the very man I had killed to escape this life.

I had shot him in cold blood to stop him from exploiting women, yet here I was, ready to bid on one like she was nothing more than an object to own.

I used to see myself as different, as someone who would never fall into the same traps he had.

I thought I was above his twisted choices, that I could distance myself from the darkness he embraced.

But now, as I looked at Amina, I felt a familiar hunger gnawing at my insides.

It was a hunger for power, for control—just like his.

The irony of it all twisted in my gut.

I had done the unthinkable to protect my name, to keep my business clean, and yet here I was, about to step right back into the muck.

I remembered how my brother had reveled in his power, how he’d look at the women he controlled as trophies, just like I was about to do with Amina.

I felt the same thrill bubbling up inside me, and it made me sick.

I wanted to deny it, to tell myself I was doing this for a different reason.

I was not just another trafficker; I was a man of ambition.