After the Don Bought Me for Five Dollars, He Went Mad With Regret
At an underground auction, Bianca Ferraro, the fiancee of Don Lucian Castellano, bought a single night of my services for five dollars.
Everyone sneered that I was the cheapest woman in the world.
Bianca just pointed at me, laughing so hard she shook.
"Back then I pinned a traitor's label on her, and as punishment I sold her straight to her creditors."
"As I recall, she went for a few dozen dollars."
She swirled her glass, her smile turning more vicious.
"Five years on, worn out and used up, of course she's lost her value."
The guests on the yacht roared with laughter.
Only the yacht's owner, Lucian Castellano, crushed the glass in his hand to powder with a sharp crack.
Blood ran down his knuckles, but he seemed to feel no pain. He only stared at me.
And I, in the bunny outfit Bianca had thrown at me, poured wine for the rich and powerful and angled for their tips as if nothing was wrong.
The next second, he shot to his feet and seized my wrist.
But before he could speak, I coldly pushed his hand away.
"Don Castellano."
"You have a fiancee. Do you want my services too?"