Todos los capítulos de The President's Little Girl: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 17

As the door to the auction room opened once again, the crowd’s murmurs filled the air—low, eager, and full of anticipation. Lia’s heart raced in her chest, each beat like a drum signaling the end of any hope she’d had left. She was nothing but a piece of merchandise, her worth determined by the bids that would soon come. The ropes that bound her wrists felt heavier with every passing second, and the sharp, biting cold of the room seemed to seep into her bones.The crowd fell into a hushed anticipation, their eyes flicking toward the stage, where Lia stood, trembling but defiant, her wrists bound by cruel ropes. The chains that held her captive, both physical and emotional, were no match for the fire in her eyes.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his tone dripping with indulgence, “Allow me to present the prize of the evening. A woman whose beauty surpasses all that you could imagine. Her porcelain skin is untouched, flawless. Her long, dark hair cascades like silk, framing a face tha

“Rafe, you’re pacing again.”Cally’s voice was soft but firm as she stepped into the dimly lit study. Her sharp features were softened by concern, her eyes tracking her son’s restless movements. Rafe stood by the large bay window, staring out into the sprawling gardens below.“How can I not, Mom?” he replied, his voice tight with frustration. “This whole situation is a disaster waiting to explode.”Cally approached slowly, her silk robe trailing behind her like a ghostly whisper. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn to face her.“You’re taking on too much,” she said softly. “You always do.”Rafe scoffed, finally spinning around. “How can I not when everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for, is threatened by his games?”Cally tilted her head, studying him. “This isn’t just about him, is it?”Rafe hesitated, his jaw clenching. He moved toward the desk, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s about her,” he admitted reluctantly. “Lia.”“Ah,” Cally said

The next morning arrived with a haze of gray clouds that seemed to press down on the sprawling estate, reflecting the weight in Lia’s chest. She’d barely slept, her mind restless with memories of Vincent’s cruelty and the auction, where her fate had been reduced to a bidding war. The uncertainty of her new life with Rafe twisted her insides into a knot.The sound of the door unlocking jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Rafe stepped inside, his expression as impassive as ever, though his sharp gaze took in every detail of her appearance—her pale face, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her posture.“You’ve been in here long enough,” he said flatly, closing the door behind him. “Come with me.”Lia hesitated, her body instinctively recoiling at his commanding tone. “Why? Where are we going?”“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to eat something more substantial than what’s brought to your