登入⚠️BDSM, master-slave relationship, abuse, violence, graphic…⚠️ Betrayed on her twenty-fifth birthday, heiress Scarlett Hawthorne is stripped of her legacy and sold at an underground auction to pay her uncle's debts. Her buyer is Nikolai De Santis, the cold, ruthless Mafia heir who vows to ruin her. Trapped in his world with her life hanging by a thread, Scarlett vows never to bow to her dark captor. But in a game built on lies and obsession, resisting temptation might be the hardest battle of all. This is a dark romance you have been forewarned ⚠️ Swipe to enter his cage
查看更多~ Scarlett ~I stared at the leather folder resting on the bedside table in the early hours of the morning.Personal Service Contract.He had given me until tonight to read it, to sign my freedom away. But I didn't need to read it. I already knew what it was: a prison cell.My chest tightened as panic pressed against my ribs like a physical weight. My mother was still lying in that hospital room, completely helpless. I didn’t even get to see her one last time before my uncle Richard sold me to an auction block without blinking.It would take him five seconds to pull the plug on her life support the moment he realized she was no longer useful leverage. And Nikolai... Nikolai wasn't a savior. He was a shadow from my past turned into a ruthless tyrant, driven by a dark desire to destroy me. Not like there was much left to destroy.A bitter smile tugged my lips. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't sign. I had to get out, reach a public phone, and call Julian. He was probably tearing the c
— Nikolai De Santis —The door clicked shut, severing the air in the room like a blade.I sat still in the dark, the faint lingering scent of her—sweet, floral, mixed with the iron tang of dried blood hanging heavily in the quiet space. My fingers clamped down on the crystal glass until the glass creaked under the pressure, the amber liquid inside sloshing violently.One hundred million dollars.It was a drop in the ocean for a De Santis, but every single cent had been worth the sight of her sitting on that cold marble stage.My jaw clenched so hard a sharp pain radiated down my neck. The memory of her on that block dressed in translucent blue chiffon like some prize for rich, disgusting bastards to drool over sent a wave of sickening, violent fury roaring through my veins. The moment I had received the leak from my contacts in the underground auction that she was being offered as debt payment, my world had stopped.I hadn't just driven to that amphitheater. I had torn through the
~ Scarlett ~A thick silk blindfold swallowed my vision, turning the world into an endless, suffocating black.The ride was dead silent, save for the hum of a heavy engine and the faint smell of polished leather and sharp mint filling the back seat. Two silent guards sat on either side of me, their presence looming like stone walls. I didn't bother begging. I didn't waste my breath asking where they were taking me. My jaw was set, blood long dried at the corner of my mouth, my heart hammering a steady, furious rhythm against my ribs.When the car finally rolled to a stop, cold hands guided me out, up a flight of stone steps, and through heavy double doors. The air shifted instantly—cool, expansive, and smelling faintly of cedar and expensive cologne."Leave her," a smooth voice ordered from somewhere ahead.The blindfold was snatched away.I blinked against the soft ambient light, my vision adjusting to a soaring, grand foyer wrapped in dark marble and floor-to-ceiling glass that ov
~ Scarlett ~Pain was the first thing that returned. A dull, thumping ache at the back of my skull and the fierce, burning sting on my left cheek where my uncle’s hand had cracked across my face.Then came the voices. Hushed, clinical, and completely detached."Lineage is unknown. She was brought in by an anonymous seller. But if you ask me, she looks elite. Humph! Someone must’ve been very bad”. A woman's voice said, the rhythmic clicking of a pen against a clipboard echoing nearby. “She’s listed for debt payment.""Look at that hair though," a man replied, his fingers suddenly gripping my jaw, turning my head roughly to the left. "Natural fiery red. And those eyes... when she was half-conscious earlier, they were bright turquoise. She’s going to fetch a fortune.""Dress her in the blue chiffon," the woman ordered, unbothered. "We’re presenting her as The Auction Ariel"My eyes snapped open.Blinding white vanity lights scorched my vision. My surroundings blurred before sharpening
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