Lahat ng Kabanata ng Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The next week arrived with deceptive calm, though I knew better than to trust any peace arranged by my father. He called me that morning, voice dripping sweetness as he invited me to dinner at La Chateau, a restaurant lavish enough to smother his intentions in velvet pretension. "Just the two of us?" I asked pointedly, suspicion edging my voice. "Just us," Charles promised, his tone rich with paternal warmth. "We need some quality father-daughter time." I didn’t buy it for a second, but playing along would reveal more than confrontation ever could. Reluctantly, I agreed. The evening found me dressed elegantly in black satin, its simplicity a stark contrast to the gaudy luxury of La Chateau. Crystal chandeliers hung like glittering raindrops, and the soft murmur of cultured conversation filled the large room. "Reservation under Vantorel," I told the maître d’, whose eyes flickered with recognition—my family name still carried whispers, scandalous and otherwise. He guided me to a p

The stone bench creaked faintly beneath James as he adjusted his weight, the silence stretching just enough to hang tension in the air like an overripe fruit. Charles remained standing, his posture tense, watching me with something between expectation and threat.I inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent of jasmine wrap around me. The garden had always been a balm to my nerves, but tonight it was a battlefield."James," I began, voice calm but firm, "I wanted to say this where it wouldn't be misunderstood or dramatized. So here it is—plain and simple. I was never interested in you. Not back then. Not now."His smile faltered for a fraction of a second. It was subtle, but I saw it. Charles's expression shifted almost instantly from confused to livid."Selene," my father snapped, stepping forward. "What the hell do you think you're doing?""Being honest," I said, meeting his eyes. "Isn't that what you always told me to be?"Charles’s mouth opened, then closed. I could almost hear the

The ride was silent—just the low hum of the engine and the occasional squeak of worn-out brakes as Charles took turns through the fading streets. I didn’t speak, didn’t offer him a look or a word. The last thing I needed was him sniffing around my business. He was too good at that. I needed a clean break before the night bled into chaos. "Selene," he began, his voice a strained attempt at calm, "are you sure about this? Going to the bar tonight?" I kept my eyes on the passing streets. "Yes." He sighed, a heavy exhale that spoke of frustration and unspoken words. "I just worry about you. That place... it's not safe." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Safety is relative, don't you think? Why are you showing care now?" Charles didn't respond. Instead, he pulled the car to a stop near the bus stop, the neon glow of the city casting shadows across his face. "At least let me drive you all the way." I shook my head, already reaching for the door handle. "No need. The bus will do." Bef

The next hour spiraled into chaos.Something unprecedented.Soon, clothes began hitting the floor.Lingerie slipped down thighs. Shirts unbuttoned. Bras unclasped. The redhead let out a breathy moan as the blond suckled at her nipple in full view. Another friend had the braided girl moaning softly as his fingers worked between her legs. The guy who’d been kissed now had his mouth wrapped around his partner’s cock, bobbing enthusiastically while the others laughed and watched.The room stank of sex. Sweat. Cheap perfume. Expensive shame.Carla licked her lips as she watched, eyes glazed with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. I could feel it off her like heatwaves—she wanted to join them. She wanted to be the center of that depravity.She turned to Dante, biting her lip.But Dante’s eyes weren’t on her.They were on me.Every few minutes, he’d glance my way. Not subtle. Not embarrassed. Just…watching.Like he knew there was a puzzle here.And he liked puzzles.I felt exposed. Like he w

[Warning~Explicit content] ––––––––––– Victor stepped in with the sharpness of a man whose patience was a fraying thread. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared like he’d been preparing for this. The light from the hallway cut behind him, casting a tall shadow that stretched across the polished floor. My lungs emptied. A subtle, silent exhale. Victor. Thank God. His eyes scanned the room, fast and clean. Calculating. And then, like a switch, his expression shifted—plastered on a lazy, disarming grin as he walked in with the pretense of someone who just happened to stroll into a casual Friday night. But I knew better. He’d been watching the cameras. Probably from the back office. Probably from the moment I stepped into the lounge. And he must’ve seen something he didn’t like. Across the room, one of Dante’s friends was still slapping his hips against the redhead’s bare ass, while another had his tongue halfway down a bartender’s throat. Gina refused to move beside me, her eye