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His sheets were black but were starting to go grey from being washed too many times. 'Maybe I should buy him some new ones,' she thought before inwardly scolding herself for being such a simp. She knew first-hand it was annoying to have someone simping over you. If he wanted a slave, she would stick to just following the orders... and maybe trying to make him like her as a person as opposed to a living set of fuck holes.

I just stared at him with wide eyes. Speechless, shocked and hurt. “Clifford will serve you whether you like it or not. Since you haven’t noticed, Levi and Aaron are very busy, and I don’t want you roaming the castle until I say so.” “I don’t want any slaves,” I said, my voice breaking with fury. “I’m perfectly fine by myself—and I certainly do not need you, or Levi, or Aaron, to help me with anything. I'm not begging you to see me, Alexander.”

But being treated like dirt is something I have come to train myself to withstand in order to shield my heart and mind from getting hurt more. Jonathan turns his gaze toward us, our eyes locking for an instant. I quickly look away. I’ve seen him before, at one of my stepsister's birthday parties, perhaps? He was with Prince William then. He’s Prince William’s right-hand man. Wilson and his father, the alpha of the white woves pack have always been involved in buying slaves who they sell for a higher price or make them work for their pack without pay. Slaves don't get paid like servants do, probably that's why the greedy alpha and his son prefers to buy slaves they won't have to pay to work f

, I whispered. “... I will keep it short and no need for introduction because we all know why we are here. Let the auction begin!”, He concluded and everyone clapped. ‘Auction? auction aucti-- No way!!’, Then it hit me. This is Kennedy! A notorious sex trafficker and smuggler. He holds a slave auction annually and I think... “Slave auctioning?! You brought me to a slave auction?!!", I yelled at Ivan. “You figured it out”, He said.

Chapter 4-Due Interest “That’s enough.” Alexander Vermont spoke and took the folder from my father who has yet to let my wrist go. Sure I wanted to leave the house, to leave my family because living with them had become unbearable for me. It was taking a toll. However, I never wanted to be given as a payment for a debt, to be owned by anyone. He will own my life, my freedom, like a slave sold to a new master. I have dreams of my own, I have plans, and being a maid, or a servant was not one of them. At home, I have choices, I had a choice to leave or stay, to have a life once I leave. But in this, I have nothing.

“Did they have many slaves?” “They weren’t slaves,” I corrected her. “It was before the civil war, right?” she asked. “Isn’t that when you went back? Before the war?” “The other plantations had slaves. Lance’s family employed free blacks,” I explained. “African Americans,” Nora corrected me. “Yes, although most of who they employed didn’t come from Africa. They were from Jamaica,” I said.

Celia I snuck a look backward, half-expecting someone else to be there. "Wh—what?" The smile slipped from the man's face and his eyes hardened. He pushed his chair backwards with a loud creak, then walked towards me with a slow but steady precision and an air of authority. I looked up to stare into his eyes as I was several inches shorter than he was. I knew I was tall, but this man was way taller. Alexander Hamilton...I'd heard that name being thrown around by my parents a couple of times, times where I'd been privy to their private discussions. They usually metioned the Hamilton name with a mixture of revulsion and fear, as though they had a score to settle with him.

Things were finally starting to make sense. Everything my mother did. How she dared to go against my father’s wishes about the slaves and why she taught me what she did. “Anyway,” She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Your great-great-grandfather was the one who enslaved the commoners from the outer rims of the kingdom. He was the one who started the slave trade. It was his way of trying to punish the moon goddess for giving him a commoner as a destined mate.” The history of how slavery had begun had always been murky. There were so many stories that nobody really knew the truth, but now I do.

Alexander stood out sides Lilly's door contemplating on whether he should go in or not. This was the not the first time today he had been outside the door about to knock, but eventually giving up. He had finally decided on agreeing to Verona's idea but he wanted to inform Lilly before giving the woman a call. He could give others all day not caring about his subordinate's age or position, he was Alexander Hamilton, one of the top billionaire's in the country, yet he was shivering just because he wanted to talk to his daughter.

"I haven't mentioned sire bonds to them at all." "Why haven't you told them about the sire bonds?" Levi let out a harsh breath and stared ahead of himself. "When I was in Russia and I had learned about the sire bond. I tried to get some of Alexei Vladimir's men to snap out of it. I told them about how they were slaves to their master and that they had no free will." "Did it help?" He shook his head. "They all killed themselves just days apart. Some of them left notes saying they couldn't lead lives that weren't their own."