Owned by the Mafia King

PrologueThe grand ballroom, adorned with opulent chandeliers that cast a mesmerizing glow, bore witness to an event that changed my life forever. People from the shadows of society, their faces hidden behind masks of elegance, had gathered for an auction like no other.I stood at the center of it all, a pawn in a game I didn't understand.. Dressed in nothing more than transparent garments that clung to my trembling form, I stood atop the cold, unforgiving auction stand. The sheer vulnerability of my situation was overwhelming, and I couldn't comprehend why I had become a mere commodity in this dark theater of desire.The room buzzed with an unsettling excitement. The crowd, a sea of faces concealed behind ornate masks, whispered in hushed tones as they eagerly awaited the spectacle about to unfold. This was no ordinary auction; it was a theater of the macabre, where the line between desire and debauchery blurred. Powerful and wealthy men filled the room. The stage was made in such a

EllaMy life has always been a dance on the edge of uncertainty. I come from a modest background, where every dollar earned is a small victory, and every setback feels like a mountain too steep to climb. It was a life I shared with my parents until tragedy struck and stole them from me when I was just a child.Their loss left me with a void that could never be filled, a darkness that hung heavy over our humble home. The world outside seemed harsh and unforgiving, and my grandparents, who became my guardians, were determined to protect me from its cruelties. I know they tried and I know they love me too but it seems this goes far beyond.My grandparents meant well, but their over-protectiveness became a prison of its own. They kept me close, rarely allowing me to venture beyond the safety of our small house. I was home-schooled so nothing about my life was ever normal. It's a miracle I even have a boyfriend. I love him because he is a constant reminder of what a normal life should be a

AdrianWhen I arrived at the auction, everyone knew it had to be important because I rarely show interest in women and I certainly don’t need an auction to fuck one. They are always ready and waiting like the whores they are. Hearing my enemy was attending the Auction stirred something within me. But when I arrived he wasn't there. Looking in Luca's direction he knew I'd fuck him up later for giving me unverified information. One girl stood out for me. There was something about her that drew her to me. When we locked eyes I saw a fire I wanted to put out. Without thinking I bid fifty million and left everyone speechless. Of course, no one challenged me.I left Lucas to take her to the mansion to get trained and I haven’t seen her since then.My goal was to break her with pain in every way possible. The blood running through her veins was going to be what kept me afloat. It had always been smoking but it stopped working for some time do she was going to do. I wanted her fear. Her

EllaI wake up in this fancy room, sunlight peeking through fancy curtains. It's a room meant for someone else, not me. Every day I’m reminded of the fact that I am a slave who does not even know her fate.Getting someone horny only to ask them to get out is a low blow even for him. I hate him so much it pains me. Sitting up I think of what my grandparents are thinking of. Maybe I should have listened and never left. But what did that man mean when he said I was here because of them?I borrowed that money on my own so he is a bastard for implying that they should have worked harder and not have been poor like he is in any position to judge. They kill and kidnap women for money!Obviously, they are bastards who do nothing but lie to mess with someone’s head.I head to the fancy bathroom, and I turn on the faucets of the massive bathtub. The water flows, filling the room with steam and the scent of fragrant oils. As I sink into the warm embrace of the water, I can't help but think abou

Ella Flushed cheeks and a bruised center are all I have left after the encounter with Adrian. Not only is he a bastard but he is a heartless criminal who I hate so much. He left me wanting at the verge of cuming for the second time and it makes me so angry. He felt so good and I hate that even more. He hurt Toddy today, I can’t forgive that. He always says am his and the fact that it makes me so confused makes me so angry. I should have fought him when he wanted to take me but maybe that is why he bought me. To be his sex slave and now he might actually kill me because am of no use to him. Wincing from pain, I get myself to stand up and walk to the shower so I can rinse off his scent before it drives me insane from the amount of conflict I have in my head. Thinking about this draws me back to Nanna and the pain of not having talked to them makes my heart swell with sadness. Maybe this is the only way to keep them safe from the unknown because looking at the Criminal’s Bipolar pers