INICIAR SESIÓNAmelia Rose was never meant to survive. At twenty-two, she works three jobs to keep her drug-addicted parents alive, only to be beaten and sold by the very people she sacrificed everything for. When she wakes chained in a black-market auction house, her fate is sealed with a single bid. Four billion dollars. Kade Silvano never planned to buy a woman. A respected CEO by day and an untouchable king of the underground by night, he attends the auction out of obligation, not interest, until Amelia steps onto the stage. Silent. Defiant. Unbroken. Instead of making her his possession, he brings her into his world as the nanny to his three-year-old daughter. A rule. A boundary. A lie they both pretend to believe. Because the closer Amelia gets, the more dangerous Kade becomes. And the deeper she falls, the harder it is to tell where captivity ends and desire begins. In a world ruled by blood, power, and obsession, love is not soft. It is chosen. And it always comes at a price.
Ver másThe silence that followed the bid was heavy enough to crush everyone in the room. I stood frozen on the stage, the bright lights burning into my eyes, but I could feel the tectonic shift in the atmosphere. The lust and greed that had filled the air moments ago were instantly replaced by a suffocating fear.People began to murmur, their voices low and frantic as they craned their necks toward the back of the room. I squinted against the glare, trying to see who had just valued my life at such an impossible sum."Four billion dollars," the auctioneer stuttered, his earlier confidence evaporated. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. "Going once... going twice..."He slammed the gavel down so hard I thought the wood might splinter. "Sold! To the man in black at the back!"My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I strained my eyes, looking past the blinding spotlights. I couldn't see his face, shrouded as he was in the shadows of the private boot
I bellowed in anger. Of course my words got to him. I was studying psychology for a reason. Looking at the mark of ring on his finger and the scratches which were left by a female, I put two and two together.The burly guard recovered from my words, his face purple with rage. He backhanded me across the face, the blow sending my head snapping to the side. "Keep that mouth shut, or I'll give you a reason to scream that has nothing to do with electricity."The two men exchanged a look, their eyes traveling slowly, lewdly down my body, lingering where my shirt had torn in the struggle."Millions for a virgin?" the burly one spat, wiping blood from his lip. "Seems like a waste. Maybe we should take a turn first, see if she's worth the hype. Who’s gonna know if we break the seal a little early?"He reached out a calloused hand toward my collarbone, but a cold, sharp voice cut through the air."Touch her again and I'll have your hands mounted on my wall," a man in a sharp suit warned, step
I tried to scream, but the second blow caught me squarely on the temple. The room tilted, the dirty ceiling spinning until it blurred into a grey fog. As my eyes drifted shut, I saw them, my parents smiling triumphantly, discussing which drugs they'll buy next after they were paid. They had already turned back to their drugs, stepping over my limp body as if I were nothing more than a piece of trash they’d finally managed to take to the curb.If I knew this is how my life would end, like I wouldn't have bothered to work two jobs. I wouldn't have sacrificed my youth for them.I would have tried to live life to the fullest. I once thought that, after my degree, I would get a good job and send them to rehabilitation. But now, I knew that was far from impossible.The darkness was heavy.It wasn't the soft sleep of exhaustion; it was the thick, suffocating unconsciousness of trauma. When I finally dragged my eyes open, the first thing I felt wasn't pain. It was the cold that was biting in
"You’re late,” my father rasped. His voice was a ghost of the man who used to read me bedtime stories. Now, it was just a jagged edge.“I was working,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my knees. “I have prepared food. Eat, Dad. Please.”My mother let out a sharp, mocking laugh from the sofa. “Food? She brings us bread when the walls are closing in. Do you have the money, Amelia? The rent? The… other things? What about the drugs?”I swallowed hard, the secret of my firing burning in my throat like acid. “I lost the job at the shop. Mr. Lloyd… he tried to touch me. And when I refused, he fired me”The silence that followed wasn't sympathetic but rather, it was hungry.“You had to leave?” My father staggered toward me, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “You had a golden ticket, and you threw it away because of a wandering hand? Do you have any idea what we owe? What they’ll do to us if we don’t pay?”“I have two other jobs!” I shouted, the resentment finally bubbling over. “I am






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