All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Reading The Will

Ava's POV “I’ll miss you,” I whispered, the words barely a breath, as the last shovelful of soil cascaded onto their caskets. My parents, gone. Just like that.The cool earth against my knees was a brutal comfort and a physical anchor in the swirling tempest of my grief. The world blurred through a veil of unshed tears but I forced myself to scan the small gathering. No sign of Carlos. No sign of his simpering wife, Elena. It wasn’t a surprise, not really. They hadn’t bothered with the hospital, hadn’t bothered with the funeral arrangements, why start now?The other mourners, mostly my father’s business associates and college friends, seemed oblivious to their absence. They pressed in, offering platitudes, their voices a muffled drone. “Such a tragedy, Ava.” “Your parents would be so proud of you, dear.” Proud? Of what? Of standing here, a hollow shell, trying to hide the gaping wound in my soul from prying eyes? I plastered on a weak, polite smile, nodding, murmuring thanks, all th

His Daughter

Ava's POV The muffled hum of the engine was the only sound in the suffocating silence of the car. My arms were still tingling from where the man had pressed the gun into my head. He was in the driver's seat, his back a rigid, imposing line. I’d been whisked away from my home, from Elena’s chilling threats, to… wherever this was. The fear that had gripped me back in the living room hadn't subsided; it had only morphed into a cold, unsettling dread.The car slowed, then pulled to a silent stop. I looked up, my breath catching. Before me stood a mansion, a sprawling edifice of dark stone and shadowed windows. It looked less like a home and more like a fortress. The driver got out, and I watched as he walked around to my side, opening the door. He was tall, intimidating, with a rough-hewn face that looked as though it had seen too many battles. A jagged scar snaked across his cheek, oddly alluring rather than disfiguring. He held the door open, his gaze unreadable. Reluctantly, I stepp

A Condition

Ava's POV My eyes were glued to them, a knot of disbelief tightening in my stomach. Lorenzo, the cold and ruthless man who had just revealed I was his property, was holding a little girl with such tenderness. His fingers gently traced her back as she snuggled into his chest, her small arms wrapped around his neck. The scene was so jarringly domestic, so utterly at odds with the dangerous persona he projected.The little girl finally lifted her head, her bright and innocent eyes meeting mine. “Daddy, who is that?” she asked, her voice a sweet and childish lilt.Lorenzo’s gaze flickered to me, a momentary hesitation before he replied, his voice flat, “She’s just a friend, Anna.”A friend. The word echoed in my mind like a bitter irony. He owned me, according to him yet to his daughter, I was merely a “friend.” The shock of his casual dismissal after the weighty pronouncements of ownership, left me speechless.Anna, undeterred, offered a small wave. “Hi! What’s your name?”“Ava,” I mana

The Truth

Lorenzo's POV "So, what you think? We could make millions, if not billions. The acrid smell of stale whiskey and desperation clung to the air in the dimly lit bar. Around the table, the men—a collection of cunning eyes and false smiles—prattled on about cocaine shipments, about routes and percentages, their words were a monotonous drone against the backdrop of my thoughts. My mind, however, wasn't on their illicit trade. It was on Ava.Her eyes were filled with fear and with shock, during our first encounter. A part of me, the twisted, darker part, reveled in her misery. She’s just a tool, I tried to convince myself she was a means to an end. Yet, despite my efforts, my thoughts kept straying to irrelevant things. The softness of her lips. How fragile she looked. The absurd, burning need to seal her smart mouth with mine, to taste the defiance I saw in her eyes. It was a twisted obsession. I wasn't falling for her. Never. Love was a weakness I couldn't afford, not when my hatred for

The Lies

Ava's POV The warm air greeted me the moment we stepped into the spacious living room but it did nothing to rid me of the internal cold. Goosebumps still covered my arms no matter how much I tried to wrap my arms around me. I jumped at the feeling of a strong hand against my back. Turning around, I found Lorenzo standing behind me, his dark silver eyes, imposing presence, how could I possibly forget he was right behind me when even his slightest touch made the hair at my neck raise.As I remembered how unhinged he was just an hour ago at Mario's place, I tried to read his expression, but there was nothing. His face was blank, eyes unreadable and his movement calm and smooth."Boss," a voice called from behind me, I almost jumped again but stilled myself this time as I turned to find his right hand man who had practically dragged me at gun point out of my old home which clearly belonged to my brother now. As I looked at him, I couldn't actually tell what I felt. Probably because my

Messy Life

Ava's POV "That's too late, you've already earned yourself a punishment," he rasped as his hand on my hip went down, tracing my curves before he skilfully unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped them. My lips parted again to speak but only a gasp broke free when he palmed me between my legs. "Lorenzo, don't!" My voice was inaudible due to his hold around my neck. At this point, I couldn't care anymore about being strangled to death by him, not when his large hand traced my folds through my panties.I grabbed his hand around my neck, wanting to pry myself free but it was useless again. My body tensed the moment his thumb pressed against my nub. No! I didn't want this.... Or so I hoped, but my body said otherwise. I should repulse at the feel of his warm and rough palm between my legs, touching me without permission. I should try to scream, fight and throw insults at him. Anything to make him stop. There were many things that I should do yet I did the opposite. I chose weakness instead

Awaiting Doom

Ava's POV 'You defiled him, Ava. What the fuck are you going to do now?' I had been pacing around the room for heaven's know how long, thinking about what I had done. The thought of defiling him, riling him up had been tempting but the act was far from satisfaction. It filled me with dread and something unexplainable.I considered meeting the maids to ask them for another set of lingerie but I held back. My damn pride all the time. However, there was no point now as the sky outside was a sign that Lorenzo would be back soon.The sky was covered with dark curtains. I had no idea about Lorenzo's schedule or his work arrangements and I wasn't curious enough to know. A knock cut my train of thought. My heart skipped a beat? Was he back already? My legs felt heavy but I dragged them to the door and twisted the doorknob, with a knot in my stomach, I opened the door. To my relief, it wasn't Lorenzo nor a maid but rather someone I was definitely not expecting. Anna stood at the doorway, s

Embarrassing Sounds

Ava's POV My first thought was to say no but the words barely left my lips before he spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hand came around my throat firmly but not enough to cut my breath. "That should be two strikes. You just never listen," he whispered in my ear as his other hand gripped my hip and pressed my lower back against his. He wasn't hard, not even close.He pulled away again, leaving me standing there in confusion. I turned to see what he was up to and it only made me even more bewildered, seeing him heading to the walk-in-closet and then returning shortly after with a new piece of lingerie and a blindfold. "Put this on and get on the bed," another command that left me helpless and anxious. He wasn't threatening me yet and my body was already trembling in trepidation. Forcing myself to move, I hurried into the bathroom, locked the door just to be certain that he wouldn't follow me. Then I took one look at my reflection in the mirror befor

Desires And Pleasure

Ava's POVI gagged, nearly choking as he finally withdrew his fingers. I hauled in a lungful of air, but it caught in my throat, sending me into a fit of coughing."What if I don't want this?" I managed, my voice thin and breathless. "Would you stop if I told you to?"He chuckled—a dark, velvet sound that vibrated all the way to my toes. It unsettled me—and the worst part was how much I didn't want it to stop."What do you think? Do you want me to stop?" He asked, pinching my clit and a gasp slipped free from my lips. "I don't think so."Whether he was actually answering me or just assuming my desires, his words fell short. They did nothing but feed my rising panic."What if you lose control?" I pressed, my voice trembling as I tried to pull my thoughts into some kind of order."Are you admitting that you want this?" He asked instead, his breath fanned my ear before he nibbled on my earlobe, biting it softly before sucking on it.My muscles tensed sweetly, as pressure grew between my

Two Could Play The Game

Ava's POV My mouth parted, like a fish out of water. "B–but we just..." I trailed off, not fully grasping the whole situation. Did we have sex? No. But this also counted for something, didn't it?"We just what?" He tilted his head to the side with a smug expression. I looked away, feeling mortified by the thought of what we just did. It wasn't sex but it was something my parents would definitely frown upon. This wasn't the life they had expected of me, not what I expected to have but so far, none of this had been my choice. If anything, I felt like I stopped having choices the moment my parents were in coma."You said it yourself that I want more than foreplay. I want to fuck you, passionately and intensely that would leave you immobile for a week." His words sent shivers down my spine and my cheeks heated up at the look in his eyes. Those eyes expressed his desires more than words and I could feel him getting hard again. My eyes widened at this revelation. "W-wait! We just had o

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