All Chapters of The Mafia’s Auction Maid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~ Scarlett ~Fifteen years of playing the silent, invisible charity case was finally coming to an end. Today, I was turning twenty-five, and the promise my uncle made to hand over my late father’s empire was no longer a distant dream, it was my new reality.‘Just lay low until you turn twenty-five’, Uncle Richard’s voice echoed in my head, warm and reassuring. ‘Study, learn, stay out of the limelight. On your twenty-fifth birthday, I’ll hand over your father’s shares. I’ll make sure the world knows exactly who you are’.That promise had been a lifeline. Uncle Richard had sacrificed so much to keep the company from falling apart after the tragedy. Managing the firm, funding my mother's private medical care, and giving me a quiet place to grow up. Tonight was about making him and my late father proud.Stepping into the corridor, the grand estate vibrated with energy, mixing with the sharp clink of crystal flutes and the polite hum of high-society guests. He really had gone all out,

~ Scarlett ~A thick silk blindfold swallowed my vision, turning the world into an endless, suffocating black.The ride was dead silent, save for the hum of a heavy engine and the faint smell of polished leather and sharp mint filling the back seat. Two silent guards sat on either side of me, their presence looming like stone walls. I didn't bother begging. I didn't waste my breath asking where they were taking me. My jaw was set, blood long dried at the corner of my mouth, my heart hammering a steady, furious rhythm against my ribs.When the car finally rolled to a stop, cold hands guided me out, up a flight of stone steps, and through heavy double doors. The air shifted instantly—cool, expansive, and smelling faintly of cedar and expensive cologne."Leave her," a smooth voice ordered from somewhere ahead.The blindfold was snatched away.I blinked against the soft ambient light, my vision adjusting to a soaring, grand foyer wrapped in dark marble and floor-to-ceiling glass that ov

~ Scarlett ~I stared at the leather folder resting on the bedside table in the early hours of the morning.Personal Service Contract.He had given me until tonight to read it, to sign my freedom away. But I didn't need to read it. I already knew what it was: a prison cell.My chest tightened as panic pressed against my ribs like a physical weight. My mother was still lying in that hospital room, completely helpless. I didn’t even get to see her one last time before my uncle Richard sold me to an auction block without blinking.It would take him five seconds to pull the plug on her life support the moment he realized she was no longer useful leverage. And Nikolai... Nikolai wasn't a savior. He was a shadow from my past turned into a ruthless tyrant, driven by a dark desire to destroy me. Not like there was much left to destroy.A bitter smile tugged my lips. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't sign. I had to get out, reach a public phone, and call Julian. He was probably tearing the c

~ Scarlett ~The east wing salon had been stripped of its soft furnishings, leaving only a high-backed wooden chair in the center of the parquet floor and a discreet biometric sensor strapped around my left wrist."In our world, an amateur lies with her tongue," Madame Vane said, pacing a slow circle around my chair, her heels clicking like the ticking seconds of a bomb. "A master lies with her pulse, her pupils, and the micro-twitches of her jaw. If a cartel boss asks if you know about his smuggled shipments, and your heart rate jumps by five beats a minute, you have signed your own death warrant."A sleek digital monitor sat on a side table, displaying my real-time vitals:Pulse: 72 bpm. Respirations: 14/min."Your goal is simple," Madame Vane instructed. "Maintain absolute flatline composure while I strip away your dignity. If your pulse exceeds eighty, we restart."For two grueling hours, she pelted me with humiliating, intrusive questions about my family's ruin, my mother’s fai