All Chapters of Auctioned To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Roman's POV:The warehouse smelled of old metal and dried blood, cold and damp as I stood in its center with my gloved hands neatly clasped behind my back. My men dragged in the battered figure.Barely touching the ground, he was pushed forward by two bodyguards like some inexplicable, useless vessel; blood trickled from his nose, scattering onto the concrete floor in delicate, powdery clouds.I stayed still, unsure of what to say, letting silence fill the space. The only noise was the deliberate clicking of my shoe soles on the pavement as I stepped forward beneath flickering fluorescent lights, which cast an eerie glow.One of my men pushed the wounded man to his knees, but though he wobbled, he managed to stand again. His face was swollen, his lip torn off, the left eye swollen shut, bruises in shades of red and purple marked his skin.I sat down and fixed my gaze on him steadily. We stayed silent—calm yet charged—each breath thick with tension.“Who sent you?” I finally asked, my

Nyssa's POV:The chill of the mid-night air did nothing to ease the nausea knotting my stomach as I was half-dragged forward, my wrists tightly bound before me.My legs throbbed painfully after hours spent curled up on the cold warehouse floor, my throat raw from weeping, yet no one showed an ounce of sympathy or even a glance in my direction.The men who had torn me from my home now shoved me into the rear of a blacked-out van, my body cramped between two other trembling girls who shared the same wide-eyed, bone-deep terror I felt. The van stinks with the stench of sweat and fear.I struggled to swallow past the lump in my throat, my mind screaming at me to resist, to flee—yet there was nowhere to escape, no sanctuary. I realized this the moment my own mother turned her back and allowed them to take me away.She had chosen herself over me.A fierce sting of betrayal clenched my chest, stealing my breath.The journey dragged on in silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle from th

Roman POV:As she collapsed without warning, a sudden wave of tension froze me in place, my eyes on her with an unyielding intensity.I took in her limp form, the stillness around her profound, as warm breaths, barely noticeable beneath my mask, grazed my skin. Despite the dirt smudging her face, I couldn’t help but notice how remarkably beautiful she looked.Gently, I withdrew the hand that had just cradled her neck, allowing her to lean entirely against me before I carefully lowered her onto the pavement just outside the arena.Behind me, two of my men shifted uneasily, their expressions laced with worry.“What’s the move with her, boss?” one inquired.The arena was never my favored setting, but respect and authority required my attendance.That evening, sitting among the elite in the exclusive front row reserved for the most powerful men—a circle I counted myself part of—I had chosen to purchase her.Not on account of her captivating hazel eyes, the most striking feature she held,

Since forever, the Adams family had existed in my mind as something close to legend.Their name inspired both fear and fascination, and the tales about them seemed almost unreal—like chapters from a novel or scenes from movies.They dominated the streets, wielded control over entire nations, and were perpetually armed. Their influence reached deep into the city's government, with their representatives appearing everywhere.Although the mafia was believed to be made up of various factions, whenever the name 'Mafia' came up, the Adams family was invariably the first to surface in people's thoughts.Learning that I was inside the infamous Adams estate and likely had been sold to the head of this notorious crime lord left me numb.Even minutes after Doctor Carlos spoke those words, I remained speechless and stunned.“Here you are.” Doctor Carlos pressed two pills into my palm, which I took without hesitation. “This will ease your headache.”I swallowed the medication and followed it with

Nyssa's POV:I waited in the room that had been stationed to me, sitting on the bed, my trembling hand holding up my head that was starting to ache.I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to think less of the pain and the fact that my head was almost about to go up in flames.Shaking my head as I waited for Paul who had told me to stay inside while he searched for a first aid kit, I asked myself for the umpteenth time if I had been thinking straight.I was bought for the sum of eighty million dollars 24 hours ago.Eighty!If I escaped, I was surely going to be hunted down by the men of the Adams family and brought back to the estate.And at that moment, I wistfully thanked my stars that I had bumped into Miss Charlene. Without her, the probability of ugly things happening to me was dangerously high.Just then, the door opened and I straightened up, sighing in relief as I thought it was Paul and he had found some form of first aid to get rid of the pain that was starting to increase.“I thi