All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

VOIDI flicked the third blade at the wall without looking, my eyes still glued to the laptop, and the satisfying thunk told me it landed.I was slouched into the chair, legs long and folded at the ankles atop the table, trying to digest the two images in front of me.Ginny. And Vlyrissa.I reached for another blade, this time throwing with more force.The faces on the screen were exactly the same. Ginny, the bitch that'd hired Blayne and me for the job twelve years ago, was none other than the darling philanthropist society now worshipped as VlyrissaI grabbed the bourbon bottle, tilted it until the fire spilled down my throat and dripped from my jaw.The beast in me was pulling at its restraints. I didn't know how much further I could tame it by throwing knives at the wall and pretending it was Vlyrissa. Or Blayne.She was the reason I was in this mess. If she hadn't approached Blayne and tried to kill the family who sheltered her, I wouldn't have had any reason to put them in t

RALI*SIX WEEKS LATER*"Seventy thousand..! Final bid? Going..."My eyes drifted toward the double doors. They weren't here. They never came on Tuesdays. If they were, I knew they'd have doubled the bid already.I stared blankly at nothing, waiting for Lucien to announce the winner."Eighty-five thousand!" A man from the right bellowed, earning laughter from a group in the back.I ignored the daggers the other girls threw at me. Their stares had long since lost their sting."Eighty-five thousand!" Lucien repeated. "Is that our winner? Final bid..."The chatter hushed, all eyes on me like I was the headliner on stage instead of a human being.I said a little prayer in my heart for Lucien to close it already. What if 'they' decided to come today? If the bid wasn't over by then..."And there goes our winner! Congratulations, gentleman. The Torturer's woman is yours for the night."Relief spilled out of me in a sigh.The winner's friends clapped, half-drunk applause mixing with the

They were evil dressed in wealth, walking proof that somewhere along the line, they must have sold their hearts for gold. And of all their obsessions, I was their highest prize.They stopped in front of me, their gazes shifting to the Brothers behind me. The moment they realized they were late, their eyes darkened to storm."We want her, Co," Marshall said, shoving a hand through his messy hair with irritation.I didn't need to look over my shoulder to know the Hollow Brothers didn't flinch.Coltin answered, "We wouldn't throw the kind of money we did if we didn't."The Ash Twins looked at Blayne who appeared to be enjoying this."I thought we had an understanding," Mayor's voice cut low.Blayne only shrugged. "You'd have to forgive me. I wasn't sure you'd show, and I don't like losing both sides of the coin."My nails dug into my palms, hating that I was being bartered like a commodity. However, I couldn't begin to explain how relieved I was that the bid had already come to an end.T

My world did a long blink. It felt like my skull sprouted extra eyes just to watch it collapse. My lungs clocked out on me, my heart unhooked itself and sprinted for an exit I didn't have.My eyes went saucer-wide as I looked up at him, praying I'd misheard the universe."No." It slipped out on a breath and a shake of my head. "Blayne, you can't—""It's already done, love." His hand slid into my hair, threading gently like he was combing a pet he'd just sold. "The money has been wired. Gold has been delivered. Not to mention for those two years, I'll be cultivating a splendid relationship with them." He laughed, my eyes did the opposite with tears.The room became too hot. All of a sudden, I was sweating like I'd been placed in an oven.Two years. I'd be dead in six months.Before sense could catch me, my hand shot out, gripping the hem of his shirt like a drowning woman clutches driftwood. "Blayne, please. Y—You can't do this. You c—can't send me to them. They'll kill me.""Nah." He

She wore white. A dress that pooled so long it devoured her toes, the kind that made her look like she floated rather than walked. Yellow heels peeked from beneath the hem, matching the bright shine of her MK bag.She looked beautiful. God, she always looked beautiful. Elegant, polished, untouchable. The kind of beauty that mocked you for daring to breathe in her presence.Her heels clicked rhythmically against the floor, like a clock ticking down the seconds of my life, each one dragging her closer."Zerali." Her voice was soft, exactly like the first time. "How have you been?"I almost laughed. How have I been? How dare she ask that when she was the very reason I was rotting here?Her gaze wandered again, tracing my body, and this time the faint flicker of surprise didn't escape me. Six weeks ago, when she'd last graced me with her presence, my body had still been mostly intact. Now, there was a bandaid on the side of my head and cuts decorating my skin—courtesy of my time with the