All Chapters of Killing Me Slowly: A Dark Twisted Slow-Burn Auction Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stood there, frozen, my mind spinning.My art, my dreams, my future—they felt so far away now.All I could think about was what we had lost and how there was nothing left.Nothing except me.I had always tried to be strong, to keep going no matter how hard things got.But now?Now I felt like I was sinking, and there was no way out.2ARBENI leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, the lights of the city twinkling below like stars in the dark.From up here, I could see everything.People living their lives, completely unaware of the shadows moving around them.They didn’t know about the power struggles, the deals made in the backrooms, or the blood that was spilled in the alleyways.And they definitely didn’t know about people like me—people who controlled it all.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the smoke curling up lazily into the air.It felt good, familiar.The city was mine, and I had worked hard to make it that way.From a young age, I had learned the

This world belongs to people like me—the ones who aren’t afraid to do whatever it takes to get what they want.And I’ll keep doing it.Because at the end of the day, there’s nothing that feels better than being the one in control, knowing that no matter how far I go, there’s no one who can stop me.And I wouldn’t have it any other way.4ARBENWomen have always been easy for me.They come and go, each one just a passing distraction, never more than a fleeting pleasure.I never had to try too hard.They were drawn to the power, to the money, to the thrill of being close to someone who controlled so much.They liked the danger, even if they didn’t fully understand it.They thought they could tame me, that maybe they were the ones who could change me.But I didn’t need changing.I didn’t want it.I used them, they used me—it was a simple transaction.One night, a few weeks, maybe longer if I felt like it.But in the end, it was always the same.They were disposable, temporary.Nothing ab

In her, I see the innocence of a sheltered life, a life untouched by the brutality of my world.I’m drawn to her, not just because of her beauty but because she represents a challenge.I’ll take her into my world, show her the reality of power and control, and teach her what it truly means to live without limits.My Albanian heritage is a part of who I am, a reminder of the bloodshed and sacrifice that paved the way for my rise.I carry it with me, using it as fuel to push myself further, to conquer those who stand in my way.Amina will be a part of that legacy, whether she wants to be or not.She may come from a sheltered life, but I’ll make sure she learns what it means to be strong, to fight for what she desires, and to embrace the darkness that runs beneath the surface of our world.In my heart, I know that my heritage demands strength, and I will not waver.Amina may be a pawn in my game, but she’ll also be a piece of the legacy I’m building.And in the end, she’ll understand tha

Tears welled up in my eyes, burning and blurring my vision.My body felt cold, frozen in place as the horror of his words settled over me like a suffocating blanket.How could this be happening?How could he even consider this?I looked at him, at the man who was supposed to protect me, to shield me from the world’s worst evils, and I didn’t recognize him.“You can’t sell me,” I whispered, my voice trembling as my worst fears took shape. “I’m your daughter. You can’t just—”My voice broke again, and I couldn’t finish the sentence.The words felt too monstrous, too impossible.He sank to his knees in front of me, his face crumpling as tears slipped down his cheeks.“I know, Amina. I know, but I have no choice. I owe them everything. If I don’t—”“If you don’t, then what?” I snapped, anger surging through me like wildfire, momentarily burning through the fear. “Then you suffer, so you sell me instead? Is that it?”My hands were shaking, and I balled them into fists at my sides, desperat

But beneath the surface, they were all the same—men who thrived on control and dominance.They exchanged business cards, making deals that would determine the fate of countless women, all while sipping expensive drinks and laughing as if they were at a gala.The idea that women could be bought and sold so casually was chilling.I thought about the lives that had been shattered, the dreams that had been crushed, and the hope that had been stolen.The human trafficking business was built on lies and exploitation, and these men were the architects of that nightmare.Each bid was a reminder of the darkness lurking in the world, a stark reality that was both horrifying and inescapable.My heart raced with excitement, but my mind was filled with darker thoughts.I had always been part of the underworld—drugs, money, power.It was a dangerous game, but I thrived in it.I made a fortune running drugs, controlling every deal and shipment.That was until I found out what my brother was doing.W