All Chapters of Auctioned To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NYSSA'S POV:“It's different now, I hope you know?”I smiled sadly at Mia. Had it ever been different? Practically every worker in the Adams household had hated me during my first few months here. And now, being back with the tag of being a traitor, it wasn't going to be any different. I had always been treated coldly, and I was used to it already. “It's always been like this, Mia. There's no difference from what it used to be a few months ago. No-one here has fully accepted me, and to be honest, I don't mind.”I placed my luggage on her bed, then patted my hair tiredly. I reeked of sweat and tiredness, the result of a meeting with men who carried guns and wanted to kill each other without even batting an eyelid. I desperately needed a warm bath. “What about my room? I'm guessing someone uses it now, huh?”Mia shook her head, smiling. “Your old room is still there, the boss didn't allow anyone to use it. He reserved it for you.” She paused before she continued, “I think he actual

NYSSA'S POV:Roman Adams was the last person I expected to enter the servants quarters and come to the room where I had been sleeping before leaving for New York City. That was why when he showed up at the door, I was barely ready. I was in my pajamas, and as soon as he entered, I stood, suddenly conscious of what I was wearing. “Good to see that you're settling in like you never left.”The fact that he had proposed such a deal and didn't show any remorse still pissed me off. The sigh of him made everything worse. “Settling in? I cleaned this room from the start and made it what it was. Before that, it was barely inhabitable. I was always going to come back to it.” “Then why did you do it, Nyssa? Why?”I looked up as soon as he spoke. His voice was almost a whisper, but underneath it was a firmness that couldn't be denied. Even without asking him what I did, I knew what he was referring to already. I looked away, the answer to his question on the tip of my tongue. After everyth

ROMAN'S POV:“Well, I'm sorry, but that's one of the things you're not going to be able to have, Roman Adams. You're not going to have me. I am not a property, one of those assets you can easily buy. I value myself and my freedom…”I stood up from the bed, even though I knew that Charlene entering the room already made any desire in the room that she had for me disappear, even though it was temporary. “I don't care about making you my personal assistant anymore, Nyssa, that's not what I mean.”“What do you mean?”Her lower lip trembled, and as brave as she was, I could see all the effects of my kisses and my touches all over her features. No matter how hard Nyssa Dimitri tried to lie and deny it, I knew she felt something. I knew she had felt something that night, and she still felt something for me, even now. All she could do was try to compel and hide it. “When I kissed you, were you going to lie that you didn't feel anything?”Her reply was forced, her face had a frown that woul

NYSSA'S POV:I was eating in my room when the door opened. Seeing Roman Adams's face after everything that had happened the previous night made me almost groan in exhaustion. Since when did he start frequenting the servants quarters? The last time I had been in the Adams household, I knew that he rarely went near the quarters. But now, it was different. He came in and went as he pleased, something that he wouldn't have done a few months ago. I dropped my fork, glancing at the face of the man who had affected my life in ways I couldn't imagine another man could. “Paul is going to drive you to the Giovanni estate. I mean, that's where you'll be this morning, isn't it?”“Yes, thank you.”He made a move as if he wanted to leave the room, then stopped before turning to me. “And remember, after your work with Adrian, you come back here, alright?”I looked away, hurt by the fact that he was so obsessed with reminding me that he owned me and everything that concerned me. If there was an

NYSSA'S POV:My eyes opened slowly as I scanned my environment and the events of the past few hours came rushing back to me. My head began to pound fiercely as I came to the slow realization that I was against a wall and my hands were well and securely tied to it. I tried to wriggle free but gave up almost immediately because it was impossible. I looked around, observing the cobwebs and the dirt in the room. It looked like an old and abandoned garage. There were rusted tools in a corner, and in the middle of the room was a car that was covered with a dirty cloth which had once been white but was nearly black in colour at the moment. Who was the man who had attacked me in the backseat of the taxi? What was I doing in a dirty garage?I was still trying to wrap my head around my whereabouts when a man entered the room. He held a revolver in one hand, and had a baseball cap covering his face. “She's awake.”When it seemed as if his message hadn't been relayed properly, he said it agai