Sold to be a Billionaires Slave

When my mother died I was left in the hands of the man she should never have married, my stepfather. He was a drunk who worked as a construction worker but loved to gamble and soon he put us in a lot of debt. Every time he lost, he came home angrier and promised he’d change, but he never did. Then one night, I heard him on the phone. “I’ll pay you back. I’ve got something more valuable than money.” Something. Not someone. Me. By the time I realized what he’d done, it was too late. Men in black suits came for me, their hands cold on my arms as they shoved me into the back of a car. I screamed, fought, begged, but no one listened. The last glimpse I had of my stepfather was him slouched in the doorway, smoking a cigarette. He didn’t even say goodbye. And then the car doors locked. My fate sealed. The air inside the auction hall felt heavy, sweet with perfume and expensive cigars. The chandeliers above glittered brightly, throwing light across the stage where I stood li

I woke up to the sound of voices. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. My body still ached from the night before. The voices grew louder. I slid off the bed, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and tiptoed to the door. It wasn’t locked this time. “You think the mafia will wait forever?” the stranger growled. “You’re supposed to marry his daughter!.” My stomach twisted. Mafia? Marry? Brayden’s voice was calm, “I don’t take orders. Not from him. Not from anyone.” the stranger snapped back, “You owe him, Gatsby. Your father promised him that before he died.” Brayden’s tone was ice. “My father’s promises died with him. I won’t chain myself to that spoiled girl.” The man’s voice hardened. “You realize her father holds a major stake in your empire.” Brayden leaned back, unbothered. “I have businesses spread across the world. I don’t need him.” The man snapped. “If you refuse to marry her, then you’d better find someone else, someone the mafia can accept. Othe

The courthouse looked gray and unwelcoming. I clutched the thin shawl Brayden had put over my shoulders, though it did nothing to calm the tremor running through me.People watched. They always did when Brayden Gatsby walked into a room. Men stiffened, women stared, and whispers rippled through the air like fire spreading across dry grass.But today was different. Today, I wasn’t just his pet. I was about to be his wife.His hand clamped around my waist, firm and unyielding.“Head up,” he murmured against my ear. My stomach twisted. “Brayden…”“Mr. Gatsby,” he corrected. His thumb pressed against my side, a warning. “Remember your place.”I swallowed hard and nodded.Inside, the courtroom was hushed. The judge sat at the front, brows furrowed as we approached. Brayden pulled me to the front.“Mr. Gatsby,” the judge began slowly, “I was told you requested an expedited civil marriage. This is… unusual.” His eyes flicked toward me. “Particularly with this arrangement.”Brayden’s smirk

The next morning didn’t start with sunlight. It started with his hand on my throat.I woke up choking, my wrists pinned above my head, his thick hard cock already pressing against me. No words. No warning. Just Brayden taking what was his.“Spread that cunt,” he growled.I hated how fast my thighs obeyed.The sheets twisted under me as he shoved his dick inside me. My gasp broke into a cry, but the sound only made him thrust harder, pushing me further into the bed. “So wet,” he snarled against my ear. “Mine.”Every thrust was punishment. Every drag of his cock inside me reminded me that I wasn’t a woman, not a wife, I was a hole, a fucktoy he’d bought then legally married.And still, my body betrayed me. Wetness spilled around him, coating his cock. I wanted to scream in his face, claw his eyes out, but my cunt clamped down, greedy for more.“Pathetic,” he hissed, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. “You hate me, don’t you? You fucking hate me. But you’re dripping on my cock.”

Days went by quickly, and soon it was the weekend. Brayden announced we were attending a fundraiser for the city’s top billionaires, then handed me a black bag with the dress he wanted me to wear.The silk dress he chose for me was indecent. It was black and very tight, clinging to every curve on my petite body. the neckline was very deep, showing a generous amount of cleavage, the slit was so high my thigh was practically on display. Brayden stood behind me in the mirror, his hand around my throat as he fastened the collar back into place.“You’ll wear this,” he said softly. “You’ll sit beside me tonight. You’ll smile if I tell you. You’ll drink if I hand you a glass. You’ll dance if I allow it. Clear?”I swallowed. “Yes sir.”His thumb brushed my throat. “Good girl.” Then his lips curved. “Step out of line, and I’ll fuck the disobedience out of you in front of every one of them.”I hated him. And hated that my body still shivered at his threat.The car slowed in front of the glitter