THE GOD'S MAFIA BOND.

Lord Khyronis PovIt’s pathetic. Me…a legendary God, thrown down to this filthy earth.Mortals… weaklings I could crush in a heartbeat. Yet here I am, trapped in a human body, my divine power sealed.“Hey, what did you say you were?”The fool dares ask again, for the fifth time, after striking me with his dirty hands.If only I had my true power, he would already be ash.Just then, the mortal walked to the sealed door and opened it.Two women strutted in, followed by two men. Their eyes raked over me like predators circling prey.“Is this the catch?” one of the women asked, her lips curling into a strange smile.“Yes, he is…” the filthy bastard who struck me earlier replied.“He’s beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze lingering far too long. “Where did you find such a rare prize?”“I’ll say luck smiled on us last night,” he drawled, voice oily. “After losing two beauties, we were blessed with this… strange man. His looks... out of this world. Never seen hair, ski

Lord Khyronis Pov“Two hundred million!”The number exploded again through the hall, echoing against the golden walls and shaking every heart in the room. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. Faces turned, eyes widened, and a murmur spread like wildfire through the crowd. “Two hundred million. It wasn’t just a bid, it was madness, history in the making.” I heard someone said The auctioneer’s hand trembled as he clutched the gavel. His forehead gleamed with sweat, his mouth dry as if the figure itself had stolen the air from his lungs. He stuttered at first, his lips moving before the sound came out.“Two hundred million… g-going once!”The hall went deathly silent. The sea of rich men and women, draped in silk and jewels, leaned forward in their seats. Their eyes glimmered with hunger, envy, disbelief… each one wishing it had been them bold enough to call out that price. No one breathed. No one dared interrupt. Hahaha, it looks like they can't beat

Lord Khyronis’s POV Steam curled around me, heavy with the scent of lavender and rosemary. The servants’ fingers were light, their movements practiced and reverent, as if they were polishing an antique rather than washing a man. Against my will, the knots in my shoulders began to unravel. I fought the sensation. Warmth was a lure; comfort was a silk-lined cage. They stepped back, eyes lowered as they offered a silk robe. "Wear this," one whispered, her voice trembling a bit. "We have your clothes ready. Please... do not fight us." I followed them into the bedchamber, where the other two held up the garments they had chosen I guess. I stared at the fabric. A navy blue shirt exploded with bright hibiscus blossoms, paired with matching shorts. I slipped them on, the soft fabric feeling like a mockery against my skin. "Master’s taste is... unique," one maid chirped, stifling a giggle. "Tell me, dear god, don't you look quite cute?" My jaw tightened. The word cute fe

LORD KHYRONIS POVThe black tailored shirt which clung to my skin, felt like a second layer of chains. I stood motionless in front of the tall mirror as the maids made final adjustments, their hands fluttering like nervous moths. The fabric was expensive, perfectly fitted, and utterly humiliating. Why had that mortal dressed me up like some decorative doll? What game was he playing? Did he think adorning me in fine clothes would make me forget the cage I was still trapped in?I shook my head as my jaw clenched as memories of the dressing room flooded back. Caelum’s fingers on my neck. The deliberate brush of his thumb against my throat gave me goosebumps. The way his hand had slid down to my waist, felt possessive and warm at the same time. The audacity of that filthy mortal. He had dared to touch me…a god, as if I were his property. I hated it. I hated the way my pulse had quickened under his grip. I hated the strange heat that had flared in my chest when his emerald eyes lo