Highest Bidder Sara Cate Novels & Stories

I squeezed Baron's hand, my excitement growing. “I'll hand over the mic to the MC and the auction will begin.” A plus size woman in her late forties ascended the podium, taking the mic from Mr Banks. “Thank you Mr. Banks. Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am your MC, Sarah Wills and I am here to guide you all through this auction.” A roar of cheer blasted through the crowds. The MC pointed at the first piece, the artwork I was here for. “The highest bidder takes the price. Who's the first bidder?”.

The feather brooch glimmered under the spotlight, a piece of my shattered past. This was no longer a party. This was a mission. I sat up straight, my entire focus narrowing on that single piece of silver. It was coming home with me. “You like it that much?” Kade’s low voice murmured near my ear. I ignored him entirely and raised my paddle. “Six million.” A sweet, familiar voice cut in from our side. “Seven million.” Sara turned and gave me a smile. “I’m so sorry, Lila. I’ve just fallen in love with it. You don’t mind if we bid, do you? ”

"Her name is Mariana. As you can see, she's fresh… never been touched and completely a maiden. Our girl for the night is her, and the bidding will start at the amount flashed on the screen." Even if the emcee was still talking, many people began to raise their cards. The first one who raised was an old man with an amount of $30, 000 until people inside began to become crazy bidding for a high possible amount in order to claim me. Most of them were old people who had a huge tummy and an unpleasant appearance. I wanted to cry and run away from them but upon reckoning about what happened to the girl earlier made me freeze. "$100,000 dollars, $135,000! $200,000 going once, going twice!"

She sated sweetly. The bidding started and the crowd was starting to get aggressive with their bids. Alex was the top bidder $12,000.00 but there was no way I would let anyone out bid me. I would never let anyone here touch her or be with her. She’s mine. "$50,000.00" I bided. Let's see anyone top this. "I'm sorry. Did you say 15 or 50?" The host obviously can't believe what she heard. The crowd went silent.

Sakura, who was barely able to compose herself, gritted her teeth so hard she almost broke them. Had the occasion allowed it, she would’ve long pounced on Harvey. The auctioneer, on the other hand, was rendered somewhat dizzy. While thinking of the one percent commission she would get out of the bids, she asked Harvey with a weak tone, “Sir York, are you sure you’re able to afford to bid that high?” Even the auctioneer was doubting her hearing. ‘Is this real?’ ‘Everything’s all fixed in just a single night.’ “Fifteen billion dollars! I’ll be taking the land.”

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then faced him. "Dad, the owner of the winning bid was no other than Elizalde El Del Real." He blinked in astonishment and covered his mouth using his hand. My shoulder dropped. My father is innocent. He didn't know this. I was right. He's innocent. I know he was desperate to find a solution without even doing a background check on them. "Oh, I see?" I turned away and sat down on his chair. "How many bidders did we get, Dad?" I asked, trying to find a solution straight away.

“That’s great. If nothing else, I’ll be going now. Send my regards to her when she wakes up.” “Sure.” “Okay then, I’ll be off.” Sara said before turning around and walked towards the door. Matthew only watched as the elegant woman strode away. By normal circumstances, he would be fangirling over her, Sara Whitegate also known as the White Crane, one of the five Coloured Hunters. He wanted to meet all the Coloured Hunters someday. At that moment, he remembered something crucial. “Wait, Sara!” The door was already opened by the maids and Sara was just about to step through. She turned around and looked at Matthew with a questioning gaze.

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

Her heart nearly exploded with fear. People began bidding. Black dots appeared before her eyes as she struggled to stay conscious. “Anyone want to bid more?” the auctioneer asked. “Five million pounds for the complete her and a single pound for your dead body,” a strong, intimidating voice boomed, filling the area. Everyone went numb. Saraya tried to keep her eyes open but failed, about to fall on the blood-soaked ground. Someone caught her protectively. “You’re safe now,” a soothing voice said as she slipped into darkness. To be continued…

Sara asked, voice all fake sweetness. I didn’t respond. She eyed the gown in my hands. “Need help affording it? I’m sure we could chip in.” Kiera snorted. “Or maybe she should check the clearance rack.” I gave them a bland smile. “I’m good. But thanks for the concern.” Sara stepped closer, the malice in her gaze as sharp as claws. “This year’s going to be so special. My future daughter-in-law will be there too,” she said, gesturing at Kiera with mock affection.