Semua Bab His Playmate : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Julia's POVThe air changed once they hauled us out of the dark, filthy room.It wasn't fresh or free; it was hotter here, dense with the stench of sweat, cigarette smoke, and cheap cologne that clung to the back of my throat. My tongue was trapped on the roof of my mouth. Men were cheering like beasts ahead of me, at first low and guttural, then rising in waves that rattled my ribs.And somewhere, a girl shouted—not a scream for help, but the type you let out when you know help isn't coming. The noise immediately swallowed a piercing, high-pitched sound, as if it held no significance.I kept my head down, and the noise instantly absorbed the piercing, high-pitched sound, as if it held no significance. Hair fell like a veil over my face. Let them think I was weak, broken, and already tamed. Allow them to think I was just another fearful little thing they could sell, use, and dump. My wrists were shackled, or so they assumed. The tiny rope was a joke, a prop to maintain the illusion.M

Julia's POVThe world lurched beneath me as darkness grabbed at the corners of my vision, threatening to swallow everything up. My breath came in weak, jerky gasps, as if I were drowning on dry earth. I groaned low, feeling the chilly bite of the night diminish as Lucian's weight pressed firmly against me."Jules," he muttered, his voice softer and almost frail, a contrast that made me flinch. "Stay with me."I tried to respond, but my throat constricted, and words died before they could form. He did not press; instead, he took me into his arms, unyielding as iron. My damaged ankle throbbed, like a violent fire shooting through my leg, but the ache faded beneath the rush of adrenaline and bewilderment twisting inside me.The silence inside the car was oppressive; the city's light blurred by, slices of black and white melting into darkness as if the world itself was fading away, leaving only us.Then, as the car slowed and came to a stop, he moved with ease, taking me out, past the sha

Lucian's POVI never expected to run into her on this particular day. I was afraid I'd never see her again, that she would never enter my life. I loathed the night we were separated without saying goodbye, and here she is, still small but bigger than the last time I saw her.It was never my intention to attend an auction where girls are traded for cash, and I never meant to purchase any girl as a slave or for any other purpose. That wasn't in my tradition; all I had to do was come and watch how guys become obsessed with having a small girl at their fingertips.But this does not make me any more of a saint; if anything, I am the worst of them all. I couldn't acquire what I wanted with a simple snap of my fingers.The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Silence was not uncommon in this place; it was usually accompanied by screams of pain from various tortures, but this was the exception. That person was watching.My stomach twisted, not in something called love; I had not believe