Amelia opened her eyes just to see she was in the bed.. in someone's bed?Quickly she sat down and saw she was fully dressed not in her clothes but a navy blue velvet night suit, heaved in sigh she looked around to notice this was new to her.. the room.The bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but it was full of more warmth than Amelia had seen in many years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every colour of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. One the crude pine bed was a hand-embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of art and history.The colours are nothing else, strong, vibrant. But where was she? Maybe at Richard or Van Dough's home?It was not a house but seems a villa or a mansion...The door on the knock interrupted her thoughts, as she turned around and saw an old female.. more like her grandmother..stepped in with a tray of food in her hand."Hello, hope you had a good sleep.

Kristopher was glued in his place, he didn't know what to do.. or was he under the little girl's spell? Was she a magician? He always kept himself away from the girls and love, busy at work.. he was a grown-ass man.. or that was he thought.Now, this little girl appeared in front of him at least three times this day... And Helena told him the story of hers.. how can someone be so cruel, selling his daughter."I have a question for you.." the sweet voice of hers, bring him back to reality.He turned around, sighed and spoke in his majestic voice, "Let's kept it for tomorrow. Shall we? I have to get back to bed as it was a tiring day and I have work tomorrow.."She, confused for a second, then nodded and parted her lips to speak but noticed he was already out of the room...No goodnight? Such rude.Amelia had this habit of saying goodnight to her mother and then sleep.. today she felt something was missing... somethin

She, first smelled the fragrance coming from the man when she was in the club entrance and fell on his arms. She knew he was handsome and muscular.. why? Because she touched him.. his biceps.. his neck...This happened to her for the first time. Like a fairytale.. like a man was her prince charming, just like the love stories, her saviour had come.Isn't it bad that she still didn't saw his face yet? Now this desire to see the face of her saviour will remain just like that, in her heart, forever.And that man is so much on her nerves that she's dreaming of him now.Only if he comes back or maybe a one-time bump into her.. just like before.Amelia woke up fresher than ever.. it was a bright morning and she was feeling energetic.As she yawned and sighed deeply when stretching her body, Amelia thought to run back to her home.Reaching down she saw the old lady was preparing the table to serve someone."Um.. excuse me

"What do you mean?" Kristopher had no idea what was she talking about and his heart was beating in his ears, loud and clear."The scent, Kristopher," she said to which he acted to play dumb."What scent? What are you even doing here?" he asked trying to change the subject.Kristopher was a tall guy and Amelia was looking nothing but a small little lamb in front of him. And the way she was looking at him, just like a small kid looks at his or her parents if they want something."You see the thing is... I came here to thank you but when asking for you in the reception I heard people gossiping and talking about the boss.. and I smelled the same scent coming from the man.. it was the same scent I breathe in the club where I got fainted when Richard and Van Dough were going to sell me," she explained every little thing in detail."Okay, so... you are talking about me?" he asked, his both brows raised."Was it you?" she asked to which he gave a lo

The face of the man was boiling in anger. After all, he was the one big businessman how can a poor little slut spat on his face and in front of everyone? There's no chance in hell she would be spared.He wiped his face off with a tissue and gave a half lipped smirk saying, "Bring the bitch in. I'm going to show her who the boss is.."He had a reputation and now that she messed with him...Figaro was being seated on the large sofa in the VIP area... Amelia was down on her knees.. as if at his mercy... Richard and Van Dough quietly standing on the left side, bowing their heads down."So, who is she?" Figaro asked, as the stripper handed him a glass of red wine and another one lighted a cigar for him.Figaro was an Italian man.. his accent said it all. And from the faces of Richard and Van Dough, they knew the man well."Sir, she is here to get sold." Richard, with a very smooth and polite tone, said to which Figaro showed him the eyes and said