Highest Bidder Sara Cate Novels & Stories

I asked, worried. "Are you sure, ma’am, that the name is Eduardo Buenaventura?" she asked, still staring at the screen. "Yes, why?" "All of his bills are already paid, ma’am," she replied, shocking me. I looked at Cate, who was standing behind me and looked just as surprised as I was. "You must be mistaken, miss. How could it be paid already?" I leaned closer to the counter. "Someone already settled the bills, ma’am. And I’m sure of it," she said firmly and with complete certainty.

She's not afraid because she has been here before. The coordinator looks in my direction and asks, "Sir Jeremy, we seem to be at an impasse. The highest bid for tonight is $6.81M for girl 11, the honey-skinned girl in yellow. Yes, the one on your left." He pauses for effect and then clears his throat. Perhaps you'd like to make your bid now, Sir?" Yes, Timothy, perhaps I would. I smile and signal for him to come closer. No, I don't shout my bids like an untamed animal. I buy my women, like any gentleman should— quietly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's exclusive event." One by one, they called us out. I watched as Sarah was led onto the stage, her sash pulled away. "Lot 844, eighteen years old, natural redhead. Starting bid at thirty thousand." The bidding was quick. Sarah went for seventy-five thousand to someone called The Lobo. She struggled as they dragged her away, screaming for her father. Maria was next. "Lot 845, twenty-two years old, experienced dancer. Starting bid at forty thousand." She went for ninety thousand to a man who kept touching his gold rings as he bid.

Then: "Next up, our rising star Sara Brown, whose recent Paris Fashion Week triumph had everyone talking." The spotlight found me, burning away any chance of escape. The bidding started immediately, numbers flying as phones rose to record the moment. "Fifty thousand." "Seventy-five!" "One hundred thousand dollars!" I recognized the final bidder, a notorious playboy whose wandering hands had earned him countless warnings at previous events. The thought of being trapped in his arms for an entire dance made me feel ill. "Two hundred thousand dollars." The room fell silent at the new voice. Josh stood straight-backed near the bar, his expression unreadable as he outbid everyone else.

she said and Kate placed her hand on her forehead. “Here we go again” she muttered. “I'm prettier, richer, hotter… just look at me” she pointed down herself “Not everyone likes a good taste” Olive said, to encourage her. “Why will it be Bryan?” She asked, refusing to be encouraged. “I know exactly what to do and I will do it. I will make Bryan come crawling at my feet… begging me” Sara said, imagining it in her head and describing it with her hands. Olive and Kate placed at each other and looked at Sara again.

Xavier didn't say anything and picked up the telephone beside him to start bidding. "20 million.." Xavier told his bidder on the ground floor and everyone began to murmur.. "As expected of a billionaire.. "20 million going at once! Going tw-" "25 million.." a lady raised her pad.. "35 million.." Xavier's bidder spoke while on the phone with his boss... Everyone else including the host gasps... It seems lord Xavier is the real MVP.. "40 million.." the lady spoke in a challenging voice and this lady was none other than Hailey... Right now every single bidder has backed off leaving just Lord Xavier and the Lady .

Maya said, linking her arm with hers, “I really want us to go shopping tomorrow. It’s been forever, and remember the last time you promised we’d go together?” Sara hesitated. “Uh… Maya…” She lowered her voice. “I have a shoot tomorrow.” Maya sighed dramatically. “A shoot? Again?” She waved it off. “We can reschedule. And this time, bring your billionaire boyfriend with you.” Sara blinked. “Billionaire?” Maya laughed. “Girl, you weren’t lying. He’s loaded. I checked him out he’s really rich. No wonder you love him for his money.” Sara’s eyes widened.

Later that morning, Sara absent mindedly sorted out the cupcakes in the boxes. Her employee looked at her. “Boss lady, are you ok? You are so quiet.” Sara smiled turning to her. “Yeah I am fine. Are you good with the other orders.” “Yes. You don’t seem ok though.” Sara sighed. “Tell me, what would you do if someone offers you a million to give him a child.” “A million?!” “Yep.” “A whole one million dollars?”

The room erupted in whispers, the sheer audacity of the bid leaving everyone stunned. Even Liam hesitated now, his playful smirk replaced by something closer to frustration. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in a silent surrender. The auctioneer raised his gavel, his voice triumphant. “Thirty million euros! Going once! Going twice! Sold to Mr. Alexander Blake!” Applause filled the room, though it was tinged with disbelief. Alexander lowered his paddle, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his wheelchair. His gaze, however, wasn’t on the stage or the auctioneer, it was on Sarah. She avoided his eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands clenching the hem of her dress.

The Subordinate smile knowing no one is willing to take that risk “Let the bidding begin!” “Ten thousand pesos” “Fifteen Thousand pesos” “Thirty thousand pesos” “Fifty thousand pesos” While the bidding was going on. There was a man somewhere in the dark corner, blue eyes, dark hair, straight nose, dark aura, no emotions, straight face, tall and tanned skin, he sat confidently watching the scene “And the highest bidder is……200 thousand pesos!” The Subordinate announced, just as the highest bidder was about to stand up