All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava's POV I dressed Anna in the messiest clothes I could find, though even her "old" things looked pristine and expensive. My hands worked instinctively—zipping her up, tying her hair into a bun—while my mind spiraled. Since the doctor’s call, I had been a ghost of myself, haunted by the thought of my grandfather. What if he slipped away before I could see him? He was the only one left who truly cared. My adopted brother was out of the equation; I couldn't lose the only real family I had left while my life was already in chaos. "Is something wrong? You’ve been fiddling with the hem of my shirt for a long time," Anna’s voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked, realizing my fingers were trembling against her top. I cleared my throat awkwardly. "I think this will do," I said, stepping back. The loose pink outfit was a week old, but it was the only thing that didn't look like it belonged in a boutique. I couldn't have her painting in a "birthday suit," so this would have to wor

Ava's POV The air in the hospital lobby was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the rising heat of my own panic. Every second that ticked by on the clinical wall clock felt like a hammer blow to my chest."Where did you say you left her again?" The security guard’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of my terror. He was tall, his uniform straining at the shoulders as he peered down at the nurse."I left her right there!" The nurse pointed a trembling finger at the small, colorful plastic chair in the play area. Her face was flushed, her voice climbing into a higher, more frantic register. "I had only turned away for five minutes! Five minutes to check a chart, and that was all it took for her to vanish. She was eating a cupcake, for heaven's sake!"Five minutes. In Lorenzo’s world, five minutes was an eternity—enough time to start a war, to end a life, or to spirit away a child. It had been nearly an hour since Anna had gone missing, and with every passing moment, the likel

Ava's POV The sheets were cold where Lorenzo should have been.I woke up feeling as though my bones were made of lead, a lingering exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. For a moment, I simply lay there, the silence of the master suite pressing in on me. Then, the memories of a few hours ago rushed back—the heat, the bruising grip of his hand on my shoulder, the sharp sting of his teeth against my neck.I had expected pain. I had expected him to take what he wanted with the same cold brutality he used to dismantle my brother's authority. But he hadn’t. “I won’t hurt you,” he had whispered, his voice a dark caress that vibrated through my soul. “I only want to pleasure you.”It was a terrifying thought. I realized, with a jolt of genuine fear, that I actually believed him. Despite the ruthlessness he projected to the world, he had held back with me. He was breaking my walls, not with force, but with a restraint that was far more dangerous. I brushed the thought away, telling myself I didn

Ava's POV The silence in the car was shattered by the sharp buzz of Cage’s phone. He answered it on the second ring, his posture stiffening into a salute even though the person on the other end couldn't see him."Yes, boss," Cage said, his voice clipped. "We are in transit. No, boss. Understood. I’ll see to it immediately."He didn't have to say the name. The atmosphere in the car changed the moment he picked up, a cold, oppressive weight filling the small space. Lorenzo. I didn't bother asking what the conversation was about; I was too busy staring out the window, nursing the bruise on my ego and the lingering tremors from the alleyway.I expected us to head back to the villa, but Cage took a sharp turn toward a high-end shopping district. He led me into a sprawling, multi-story mall that felt like a cathedral of glass and steel."Choose something," Cage said, gesturing toward a rack of evening wear in a boutique where the price tags probably cost more than my first car. "You need t

Ava's POV The metallic tang of Alberto’s blood was still thick in my throat as Lorenzo’s hand clamped onto my upper arm, his grip a searing brand against my cold skin. I tried to wrench myself away, my body vibrating with a primal, jagged terror that made every muscle scream, but he was an immovable force of nature. Before I could even draw breath to protest, he lunged forward, catching me around the waist and hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. The world tilted sickeningly; I saw the crimson-stained marble of the VIP floor, the slumped, motionless shapes of the men who had just been bidding on my life, and then Martin’s polished shoes as he stepped into the wreckage. "The car is ready for the meeting with the Senator, sir," Martin said, his voice as level and professional as if he were announcing a dinner reservation instead of standing in a slaughterhouse. Lorenzo didn't even break his stride, his shoulder digging into my abdomen. "Cancel it. I’m heading back t