Semua Bab The Auction Ring: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Michelangelo had his eyes widened with shock. His brain was unable to register what Renata was saying. She told him that she was a Virgin when she slept with him. How was it possible for a 29-year-old to be a Virgin? Was she telling him the truth? He knew Narciso could lie but those photos were shown by Vicktor. He cannot make such mistakes. Did he lie too? How did he get those photographs? He assured him that none were photoshopped. Idiot Michel! He didn’t even ask how he got the photographs. Was he following her? How did he know that he had to follow her? Did he follow all the girls? It was true that she told him about Yoshiro. She told him that he came to the office, then why didn’t she tell him that he tried to kiss her forcefully? He came to her office to ask about him, that much Renata told him and then he attacked the girls to know his whereabouts. He almost beat Yoshiro to a pulp that day. If he had known he kissed her, he would have killed him. Michelangelo had no idea how

Afanasiia closed the door of the closet and moved to her sister’s room. Without knocking she entered the room and shouted, “Yeka! What are you doing? We are late for dinner, let’s go!” “Get out! I am talking to my friends,” nine-year-old Yekaterina shouted at Afanasiia and threw a pillow at her which Afanasiia caught easily with just one hand. Afanasiia said nothing. She just raised one of her eyebrows and stared at Yekaterina. She understood that she had no choice but to listen to her sister. She never understood why everyone was scared of Afanasiia. She never saw her raising her voice at anyone. She never saw her scolding anyone. Yet everyone would walk on eggshells around her. She just knew her sister would travel around the world for some “business”. What she worked on, Yekaterina had no knowledge of that. Even if she asked, Afanasiia would say that after she grows up, she would tell her everything. She just knew that her father and sister worked together, and they had their own

Afanasiia stood before her closet and placed the blood-soaked silver heels in their place. He kept staring at the heels for a long time. The content face of Samiul kept haunting her. He was at peace while dying but her heart was in chaos. Her father made her kill the love of her life. He never thought she could fall in love with anyone. But Samiul was special. He was kind, smart and treated Afanasiia as a girl and not a killer even after she told him everything. Why she told him everything, why she trusted him, she had no idea. Maybe it was love. She still remembered how one day she was tasked to take care of the consignment. There were no vigilantes wrong against SMS then. Only a few policemen were blackmailing SMS to get the products across the borders. All were taking the fat out of the milk for themselves. So, Tikhon sent Afanasiia to teach them a lesson. She reached the ports after the men and women were already loaded in the trucks. She sat in the driver’s seat and started the

Vicktor sighed deeply and walked as slowly as he could inside the Kuznetsova bungalow. He could remember how Afanasiia would jump in his lap when she was a kid, eat with him, train with him. She spent her childhood with him. She was like his daughter, yet he had to kill her. He never forgave himself for that. It was after Afanasiia’s death that he stopped working for Tikhon. Rarely he would talk to him, when absolutely necessary. Tikhon too knew that Vicktor was angry at him for making him kill Afanasiia. He wanted out of Ceanba Cosca and Tikhon granted that. He was shifted to Fina Cosca after her death. “Vicktor!! After so many years! It seems you forgot about us,” Nika welcomed him. “What are you saying, Ma’am? How could I forget about you guys? We meet every auction, don’t we?” asked Vicktor. “Meeting in a professional setting and personal settings are different. You used to live with us and then you completely separated yourself from us,” taunted Nika. “Now, I work for another

Fuming in anger, Renata was pacing up and down in her room. Severino tried to make her eat something, but she was not opening her door. The flashes of what happened last night kept creeping into her brain.How Stephan ran his hands over her arms, how he pulled her closer and kissed her neck and breast, how he kept tearing away at her clothes, how he put his hands over her thighs, how Michelangelo barged in, how he just shot him between the eyes, everything was fresh in her mind.Now she knew why Michelangelo kept calling her a liar, a betrayer. He thought she slept with other men. How could he think like that? Didn’t he trust her? He trusted the word of his brother, that asshole, who kidnapped her and threw her to wolves?What photographs was he talking about? What was in those photographs? How could he trust some photographs? Well, if it would have been her, she too would have trusted her eyes. But photos can be photoshopped, did he check the authenticity before hating her?He turned