All Chapters of He Sold Me for Cheap: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

To meet my dark web boyfriend, I endured agonizing surgeries, painful orthodontics, and grueling physical training. I transformed myself from the Pierce family's mocked "four-eyed hillbilly" into a total stunner.But the night before our meeting, I stumbled upon a post on the forum titled "Selling my internet girlfriend for cheap."The poster was my boyfriend, Julian. He was selling me because he'd hired a hacker to get his hands on surveillance footage of me and found my "brace-faced" appearance disgusting.Amidst the filthy, mocking comments from other wiseguys, only one ID replied with two words: "DM me."Staring at the all-too-familiar profile picture, I felt a cold dread wash over me.The post had been published three months ago.I stared at the screen, unable to breathe.A sudden realization flashed through my mind. Three months ago, Julian had been acting completely out of character.During that time, he suddenly grew incredibly cold. He even brought up ending our relationship d

The sky was turning dark when I left Sloane's place.I had barely walked two blocks when a man driving a Porsche Cayenne rolled down his window and asked if I wanted to grab dinner.After coldly dismissing him, I walked slowly down the damp street.The sweltering evening was thickly overcast, the air heavy with the damp, cool promise of impending rain.Passing a shop window, I saw my reflection in the glass.A clean, delicate face, exquisite features, and lips painted with a nude-pink gloss.Just a few days ago, Sloane had thrown an arm around my shoulder and sighed. She told me she had spent six figures on a nose job in Beverly Hills, yet it still couldn't compare to my natural one. She said whenever we went to underground bars together, every man's eyes were glued entirely to me.I knew I was considered beautiful now.Whenever I drank at clubs, high-ranking mobsters would send over astronomically priced bottles of Ace of Spades for me. I had lost count of how many times I was asked

I had just finished showering and was about to turn off the lights when my dark web private messages chimed.That ID "Ghost" had sent another message."Sweetheart, what do you think of this pink diamond necklace? I just snagged it from an underground auction house in Florence. The moment I saw it, I knew it belonged around your neck. I'll put it on you myself when we meet.""Baby, why aren't you replying? Are you asleep?""Baby? Raven?"I stared at the screen and frowned.This guy bought Julian's account and was really committing to the role.He was undeniably generous. Last month, he had a custom dagger and a whole crate of top-tier caviar delivered to me. On Valentine's Day, he wired a massive sum into my account.He was always asking what he could buy for me.He knew full well I was the country bumpkin behind that ID from the very beginning. What was he after?Was getting off on morbid curiosity the new thing in mob circles?To scare him off, I sent him the absolute ugliest photo of

After dinner, he took me for a drive, finally dropping me off at the underground club for the party. Only then did he lean against the steering wheel and speak reluctantly."Call me when you're done," his voice was low. "I'll be waiting in the car."The VIP booth area on the club's second floor was buzzing with noise. Just as I reached the door, I heard unbridled, mocking laughter from inside."Has everyone from the families arrived?""Not yet. That clown from the Pierce family, Harper, hasn't shown up yet.""That brace-faced girl our boss put up with for a year? Hahaha, she's definitely too scared to show up for her own public execution.""She wouldn't have the guts. A nobody from the sticks like her would probably take one look at Gia and drown herself out of sheer insecurity. Trash like that only belongs on the dark web, tricking guys who can't see her."Gia leaned delicately against Julian's chest, letting out a string of artificial laughter."Don't be so mean, everyone. It's not a

Seeing that face again in the Pierce family's underground combat gym left me speechless.He seemed to have entirely forgotten the humiliation of me throwing away his necklace, a cynical smirk tugging at his lips."What a coincidence, Harper. You're here to train too?"Julian knew absolutely nothing about close-quarters combat.From every late-night call over that year and a half, I knew he spent March skiing in Cortina and July driving yachts on the Amalfi Coast.With that pampered physique of his, always surrounded by bodyguards, he could barely hold a gun straight."Why don't you step in the ring and give me a few pointers on close combat?" His eyes raked over my long legs wrapped in training tape, his Adam's apple bobbing.If this spoiled rich kid was begging for a beating, I was happy to oblige.I looked at him coldly. "Sure."...Julian was all flash and no substance. The moment he closed the distance, I sent him stumbling backward with a vicious sweep kick. He froze for half a se