"Your gem is worth a billion, Eleanor. Better pay off that worth." Eleanor, a simple young woman who unexpectedly ended up in an auction, and she is — Sold To The Billionaire."
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°°° WARNING !! This book contains detailed descriptions of sexual activity, including BDSM, kink, power dynamics, and scenes that may involve non-consensual or dubiously consensual encounters. These scenes can be intense and may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. °°° Eleanor wore a sexy black gown. It was very tight on her body, so the curve of her waist was very visible. In addition, Don Constantino filled her with jewelry—whether real or fake, it added to her beauty. Her heart beat fast when Don Constantino called her, the truth is she had no idea why they were in this kind of place. The only thing the Don told her was that she would work for him. Work. But what does that mean? "Hurry up!" he ordered, which she immediately obeyed even though her knees were shaking. When she was in front of the Don, he pulled her out of the backstage. She was greeted by a spotlight aimed directly at her. It was dazzling, but Eleanor could still see the many people in front of the stage, in front of her—mostly old men and seemingly rich. "Our main course for tonight!" Don Constantino announced into the microphone, which further excited the whole place. She didn't understand. Her mind was confused, but despite the fear, her inherent beauty prevailed. She was like an angel lost in hell. "For the starting price… five million pesos!" shouted a man next to Don Constantino. "Ten million!" replied an old man, quickly standing up with his cane. "Fifteen million!" this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Why? Why are they shouting such large amounts? Where is all this going? She turned to Don Constantino, and there she saw his mischievous smile. Is he selling me? She was suddenly terrified, as if doused in freezing water that caused chills throughout her body. She couldn't move and seemed paralyzed with fear. With each price shouted, her anxiety increased even more. "Twenty million!" "Twenty-five million!" That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort. He has a fiancée for whom he will find a gift at this auction. But a different gem caught his attention. As if at first glance, the beautiful young woman immediately captivated his eyes. Eleanor, on the other hand, couldn't believe it, in front of her was a very handsome man, not old and not looking hungry for flesh either. "Eleanor Lualhati, a virgin probinsyana, Sold to the Billionaire!"With no destination in mind, Eleanor ran aimlessly, her only desire to distance herself from Knight, to escape the pain that gnawed at her heart. Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling with a sorrow she couldn't comprehend. Why is this happening? I should be happy. Everything should be okay now. He's finally given me back my freedom, my life, everything that was taken from me, I should be celebrating, and living a life that I always wanted. There is no more Knight. He can do anything without having me involve. But why does it hurt so much? Why does my decision feel so agonizing? Even though I know it's the right thing to do, the necessary thing, for my own good, for his and his future wife's sake. Because I was so stupid, and fall in love with him, knowing there's nothing that can work out. Starting from our life, I do not have an excuse for me to fall in love with someone like Knight. I don't have anything for this to work Since I met him, my life has turned into a mes
A wave of disappointment washed over Knight, his features etched with dejection. To confess his feelings and be rejected was a blow he hadn't anticipated. He felt as though the heavens had crashed down upon him, crushing his very being. Lost in his disappointment, he stumbled out of Eleanor's room, retracing his steps to his own chamber. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he rubbed his face roughly, as if trying to erase the sting of rejection. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with self-reproach. He couldn't help but question his own worth. He possessed a vast fortune, undeniable charisma, and immense power. Yet, he had been turned down by a mere provincial girl. "I think it's because I made her life a living hell," he realized, running a hand through his hair. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to regain his composure. Fine! If she wants freedom, I'll give it to her. But I'm not letting her out of my sight. Especially with Heyla still at large, he vowed sil
"Let's talk," Knight said, his voice gentle as he approached Eleanor. She steeled herself, drawing a shaky breath before turning to face him. "W-what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Knight sat beside her, taking her hand in his. Eleanor's heart pounded against her ribs, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. What is this I'm feeling? she wondered, confusion swirling within her. "Eleanor," he began, his voice thick with emotion. He lowered his head, as if searching for the right words. He wasn't sure how to begin. A torrent of emotions swirled within him, a mixture of regret, remorse, and a desperate desire to make amends. He inhaled deeply, "I-I was an idiot," the words tumbling out, raw and honest. "I-I never asked you anything first, before reacting. I was so dumb." He bowed his head slightly, his usual air of authority replaced by a vulnerability that tugged at Eleanor's heart. He looked like a child, crushed by the
"Is the case Niro is encouraging Eleanor to file also part of what is troubling you, Knight?" Glythe pressed, her eyes narrowed. "Case?" Knight frowned, rising to his feet. "He handed this to Eleanor," Glythe said, brandishing the USB. "Maybe it's evidence. So tell me, what case, Knight? Are you involved?" She raised an eyebrow, awaiting his response. She told Eleanor she was just going to borrow the USB and thankfully, Eleanor did not resist on her actions. Knight strode towards Glythe, snatching the USB from her grasp. He returned swiftly to his desk, plugging the drive into his laptop and opening the file. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his voice raw with fury as the contents of the file appeared on the screen. CCTV footage. A man, walking cautiously while carefully holding Eleanor, she appeared unconscious. The man tried to pass her by, however he looked like he was walking her on a normal situation. He glances around nervously before ushering Eleanor into an elevator. After a t
"So, you're here too," a voice spoke, pulling Eleanor from her swirling thoughts. It was Niro, settling into the seat opposite her, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. "N-Niro," she stammered, her voice barely audible in her surprise. Why is he here? I didn't call him; I didn't tell him I'd meet him. The man offered a fleeting smile, "Just passing by," he replied, his tone casual before turning serious again. "You're with Knight?" he asked, his gaze searching hers. "N-no..." she replied, glancing away, a knot of confusion tightening in her stomach. She couldn't understand the conflicting emotions churning within her, the uneasy feeling Niro's presence evoked. Niro inhaled deeply, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. A jolt shot through Eleanor, her heart hammering against her ribs. A strange, electric current coursed through her, the warmth of Niro's palm sending shivers down her spine. "Let me save you from that man; I kno
"I know you're not just a maid; tell me, what's your relationship with Knight?" Glythe's words shattered the silence, each syllable a shard of ice piercing Eleanor's fragile composure. A cold dread washed over Eleanor, her skin slick with a nervous sweat. Glythe's simple question felt like an interrogation, pinning her beneath its weight. "The way Knight looks at you… I know you're more than just a maid, Eleanor. Tell me! Are you his… girl?" Glythe pressed, her gaze unwavering. Eleanor swallowed hard, her throat constricting with mounting anxiety. She had barely begun to unravel the truth about Heyla, only to find herself ensnared in a new web of uncertainty. What if she is Knight's fiancée? Why is my situation so impossibly complicated? Why am I trapped in this labyrinth of secrets and lies? "Tell me," Glythe repeated, her voice laced with impatience, when Eleanor remained silent. Words failed her. What could she say? If Glythe was, in fact, Knight's fiancée, Eleanor feare
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