All Chapters of Auctioned to My Ex for A Hundred Million: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Clifford Mitchell abruptly reached out and clamped his hand around my chin. "Kyra Sullivan, do you really think you can fool me by finding some little mutt and having him get plastic surgery to look like me?"I was forced to look up, meeting his sinister gaze. "You flatter yourself, Mr. Mitchell. I'd rather become a prostitute than give birth to your child!" His pupils contracted, and the veins on the back of the hand that was gripping my chin bulged.Five years ago, on his birthday, I'd clutched a pregnancy test, hoping to surprise him. Instead, what awaited me was news that Selene Graham had reported my father, Mason Sullivan, for sexually assaulting her. Dad was sent to prison, while Clifford confronted me with footage from the hotel, demanding to know why I had betrayed him. He didn't believe me, nor would he believe that the child in my womb was his. Thus, no matter how difficult things became, I never dared to gamble Brooke's life on the chance that Clifford might still hav

Holding Brooke and that black card, I rushed straight to the hospital. After completing the admission procedures, I practically threw myself at the payment window and handed over the card. "I'm here to pay for Brooke Sullivan's surgery!"The nurse checked her computer, and she suddenly appeared troubled. "You're his family, right? I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news… but the donor kidney that was allocated to him has already been reassigned to another patient."My brain short-circuited. Clutching the window bars in a vice grip, I fretted, "We've been on the waiting list for three whole years! It was clearly our turn today!"The nurse looked at me, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Word is, a patient named Sam Graham was in critical condition. The hospital director personally approved the transfer."Sam Graham was Selene's cousin who spent his days street-racing, brawling, and indulging in every vice imaginable. Yet, he was going to steal the lifesaving opportunity my son had w

The doors to the emergency room swung open, and a doctor called out frantically, "Who's Brooke Sullivan's immediate family?" My legs almost gave out, and I practically threw myself forward. "I am! I'm his mother!"The doctor glanced at me. "The child's condition has deteriorated again. We need to run an immediate compatibility test on a direct relative. Is his father here? If he is, we need to draw his blood immediately!"As soon as the words rolled off his tongue, I heard that familiar voice behind me. "I'm here."My entire body went rigid. I turned around and met Clifford's bloodshot eyes. He clutched the paternity test report, his face grim. "Kyra, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" "Do I? Didn't you sentence my son and me to death long ago, Mr. Mitchell? What explanation could you possibly need now?"Clifford's breath hitched, and he lunged forward, grabbing my wrist in a vice-like grip. "Since Brooke is my son, why did you keep it from me for five whole years? T

Clifford's grip tightened around his phone until the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He stood at the end of the hospital corridor, listening to Theodore's report, his expression darkening bit by bit. "Is the account not registered under Mason's name?""No. It's registered under his name on the surface, but the account was created with forged documents. The Grahams are the ones who actually control it." Theodore paused before lowering his voice and continuing, "As for that audio recording, we had an expert run a voice analysis—it's definitely been cut and spliced. The hotel footage from back then was edited too. There's also something fishy about Ms. Sullivan's information at the hotel!"Clifford's breath hitched, a deafening roar filling his head. Theodore added, "Mason's case file from back then doesn't add up either. His statements contradict each other, and there are medical records documenting injuries from his time in custody that strongly suggest he was subjected

A month later, Brooke was transferred to a general ward. He recovered better than the doctors had expected. He could slowly sit up on his own and had regained enough strength to speak softly to me. That evening, as he held half a bowl of oatmeal, he suddenly looked up at me. "Mommy, where's that man?"My hand froze in midair. "Who are you referring to?""The man who donated his kidney to me. Is he… my daddy?"My chest tightened. It took me a long while to respond in a low voice, "Yes."Brooke froze for a few seconds before lowering his head and asking softly, "Will he… abandon us again?"I pulled him into a tight embrace, my tears landing on his hospital gown. "No. No one will ever abandon you again, Brooke."…Outside the hospital room, the wheelchair that had been parked there quietly rolled backward. Clifford sat in his wheelchair, an IV needle still taped to the back of his hand, his face as pale as a sheet of paper. He had only wanted to catch a glimpse of his son from