All Chapters of Sold to be a Billionaires Slave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning after felt… strange.Brayden hadn’t mentioned what he told me last night. He was back to his usual self.But then he set something on the table in front of me.A Brand new phone. The latest model.My fingers hovered over the box. “For me?”His eyes cut up from his coffee. “Obviously.”“Why?” I asked carefully.His lips twitched. “You’ve been whining about freedom. Consider this… a gesture. Now you can call people. Shop online. Distract yourself when I’m busy.”I slid the phone out of the box, smooth glass and steel, way too expensive. It gleamed like a promise. But promises from Brayden always came with chains.“You’re serious?” I asked.“Dead serious.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “But understand something, Zoe. That phone is mine. I’ll know who you’re talking to. What apps you use. I’ll block whatever I want. You try to go behind my back, and I’ll smash it to pieces.”My throat tightened. Of course. A leash disguised as freedom.“You’re unbelievable,” I mutt

BRAYDENS POV“Get it done,” I snapped into the phone, ending the call. My jaw was already tight from the bullshit I’d been forced to handle. I slipped the phone back into my pocket and turned. The rack of dresses where I’d left Zoe was empty.At first, I thought she’d wandered. My eyes scanned the boutique. No sign of Zoe.“Where’s the girl?” I demanded. The nearest salesgirl blinked at me.“She was just here, sir. By the dresses.”My pulse spiked. I moved fast, checking the aisles, the fitting rooms. They were all Empty.“Zoe!” My voice thundered through the shop. Nothing.Cold anger slid through me. I stormed toward the exit. The glass doors swung open, sunlight slapping my face. That’s when I noticed it, off to the side, a door swinging on its hinges. The employees’ exit.My gut dropped.I stalked over, pushing through into the alley. It was empty except for a tire skid mark and the faint smell of exhaust.My blood went ice cold.They’d taken her.My Phone pinged and I looked down

I spent the next day walking around like a ghost in a house that wasn’t mine. Servants looked at me with pity. They knew. Everyone knew. Brayden had a new wife now. I barely had time to sit at the long dining table before Alessia strutted in, wearing silk pajamas like she owned the house. She plopped down across from me, chin high, a smug smirk painted across her face. “Well, well,” she cooed. “The little slave girl survived. I was almost sure you wouldn’t.” I cut into the toast in front of me, keeping my voice flat. “Sorry to disappoint.” Her laugh was sharp, brittle. “You’ve got spunk. I’ll give you that. No wonder Brayden kept you around so long. But playtime’s over. He’s mine now. My ring, my man, my mansion.” She tilted her chin toward me. “And you? You’ll fade back into whatever corner he dragged you from, if he doesn’t throw you out completely.” I raised a brow. “That why Brayden doesn’t look thrilled to have you around? You’ve already bored him, haven’t you?” Her smirk

The second Brayden and I stepped into the ballroom, silence fell. Heads turned. People whispered. I could feel every gaze crawling over me.I walked in on Brayden’s arm, the midnight silk gown clinging to me like it had been poured onto my skin. Alessia walked beside us, her nails hooked into Brayden’s other arm. The picture of a perfect wife, except her jaw was clenched so tight she could’ve cracked her veneers.“Bringing both?” I heard a woman whisper behind her champagne flute. “How… daring. A slave and a mafia heiress for a wife. Their home must be so… eventful.”Another voice snorted. “Must be humiliating to be co-wives with a mere slave. ”I didn’t need to turn to know “slave” meant me.Brayden didn’t flinch. His grip on my waist was firm.Alessia leaned in close to him, voice pitched sweetly enough for the vultures to hear. “Darling, you shouldn’t have brought her.”I smiled faintly, my lips brushing Brayden’s ear as I murmured, “Funny. Everyone seems to be looking at me, not y

The next morning Brayden barged into my room throwing a designer bag on the floor. “Wear that, it’s work appropriate. We leave for the office in twenty minutes.” Then he turned and left. My wrists still carried faint marks from his belt. I hadn’t slept much after overhearing what Alessia’s said yesterday. His childhood. His aunt. His brother. A part of me couldn’t help but feel pity for him.I dressed quickly and by the time I stepped into the living room, my heart was racing. I was excited and nervous. Brayden leaned against the wall watching me with those cold eyes.“Impressive,” he said softly. “You’re learning fast.”I bit my lip. “Yes, sir.”He gave a single nod and didn’t say another word. I followed him out of the mansion,and into the waiting car.In the car, silence hung thick. Brayden scrolled through his phone, expression unreadable. My fingers twitched, itching for distraction, and before I could stop myself, I slid mine out of my bag and quickly typed:Zoe: First day. Ner