Todos los capítulos de SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Bianca POVThe room smelled of polished wood and expensive perfume, a heady mix that made my stomach twist with nerves I hadn’t felt in years, and as I stepped onto the stage, every eye in the room seemed to weigh me down, assessing me, measuring me, deciding my worth with a glance that made my chest tighten and my pulse thunder in my ears. The low hum of conversation, the rustle of papers and the sharp clink of glasses, all created a background noise that felt almost like a warning, a reminder that this was a place where hesitation could cost more than dignity, it could cost everything.They started with another girl, her face pale, hands trembling as she was led forward, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched the auctioneer’s practiced chant begin.“Twenty Thousand dollars, going once…”The gavel hit the block, sharp, definitive, echoing like a gunshot through the room.“Going twice…”I held my breath as the bids rose, each number feeling heavier than the last, each incr

My stomach dropped at the words, Bianca De Luca. The sound of my new name felt foreign and heavy on my tongue, like it carried someone else’s weight, someone I didn’t know, someone I wasn’t sure I wanted to become. My pulse hammered in my ears, and for a moment I swore I could hear nothing but the echo of the auction hall, the gavel, the whispers, and that piercing gaze that had followed me everywhere.I took a cautious step forward, my hands trembling slightly, forcing myself to meet his eyes even though a part of me wanted to look away, wanted to pretend this wasn’t real. The penthouse was spacious, immaculate, and cold in a way that made my skin prickle. Every surface gleamed under the warm lighting, every shadow precise and deliberate, like the entire room had been designed to enforce control rather than comfort.He didn’t move from where he stood, arms loosely crossed, observing me as if I were both a curiosity and a challenge. I felt like I was under a microscope, every heartbea

I stood frozen long after his words settled into the room, my gaze locked on the folder as if it were a loaded weapon rather than paper and ink, my chest tight, my thoughts spiraling in every direction at once, because I already understood that whatever was written inside would change the shape of my life in ways I couldn’t undo, and that terrified me more than any threat he had thrown my way. “I need time. Don't force me that fast. This is not easy,” I said at last, forcing each word out carefully, deliberately, because panic had never protected anyone and I refused to let him see how close I was to losing control. “.....You don’t get to trap me in a room, scare me half to death, and then expect my signature like this is some ordinary business deal. You know, I don't know why you are dling this at all. I don't want get married now. And you are forcing me rightaway? Are you some kind of crazy people came out from the mental hospital.” He didn’t answer right away, and that silenc

“Is this really your house????”The words left my mouth the moment the wheels touched the ground inside, because the sight in front of me was too unreal to process in silence, and I found myself staring past the car, past the guards, past everything else, directly at the structure glowing softly beneath the night sky like something pulled out of a dream rather than built by human hands.The gates had already slid open before we arrived, welcoming us without noise or delay, and the driveway curved gently instead of leading straight in, lined with low trees and sculpted plants that looked more like part of a painting than something that grew from soil, while beyond them I could already see the faint shimmer of the sea reflecting the moonlight like a sheet of moving glass stretching endlessly into the dark.We drove slowly, not because of hesitation but because the place demanded to be taken in, every detail arranged with quiet luxury that did not need to announce itself loudly to be imp

“You think I don’t see the way people look at me, Bianca?” Stefano asked, his voice calm but carrying a quiet weight that made me lift my eyes to his immediately, because there was something in his tone that told me this was no longer a casual conversation about a secretary who overstayed her welcome, but something far deeper and far more personal than I had expected.I held his gaze without looking away. “Then you do notice.”“I notice everything,” he replied evenly, resting his forearms against the edge of the table as though this discussion deserved his full attention. “I simply choose what is important enough to deserve a reaction.”The way he said it made the air feel denser, as if the peaceful atmosphere of the house had shifted into something sharper without raising its voice, and I realized that for someone like him, silence was not emptiness but control.“And she isn’t important enough?” I asked carefully.“She isn’t,” he said without hesitation, and there was no arrogance in