Man Who Sold The World Novels & Stories

Mumma gasped, horrified. "Don't act shocked, Mom," I said, and I barely recognized my own voice—it was so cold, so bitter. "That's what it is, isn't it? Selling me for money. Selling me for your precious niece. Trading your daughter for cash. At least be honest about what you're doing." Her eyes filled with tears, but I felt nothing. No sympathy. No love. Nothing. "We're not selling you," she protested weakly. "He's a billionaire. He'll keep you happy. You'll want for nothing—"

What now? As I drew closer an old man was arguing with some other gamblers. "What's the commotion here" I asked trying to sort it out. "This maniac strolled up, demanding his money back despite clearly losing the bet," one of them explained amidst a chorus of uproar from the others. "Is this true??" I said bringing out my gun and pointing it directly at the back of the bastard's head as he threw his hand up the air in defeat. "What's your name?" I asked as he slowly turned to face me and recognized him instantly he's Willow's father I dropped the gun slowly as the frightened man was about to go down his knees but I stopped him.

“Thank you. I know it might be hard for you to believe, but my father was basically a good man. He was like me, born into this life and never given a choice about what he would do or be. But despite all that, he did his job very well... So well, in fact, that he was promoted up the ranks very quickly.” “Oh my God,” I could see the realization on her face. She was looking at me now with a look that I wasn’t sure was fear or disgust or both…. “Guido Romo was your father? That’s the man you’re saying was “basically good?” Jesus, how the hell would you define evil?” “Like I said, he wasn’t given many choices, and my life is now imitating his.” “They want to promote you to Capo di tutti capi? You

I looked at him when he said that, raising my eyebrows. "Huh?" I asked, looking at him "Nothing," he replied with a grin. This is the first time I've talked to Uncle Richard alone. I'm used to just greeting him whenever I see him with daddy. They're friends and business partners. It's just sad that our company failed. I sighed and caught uncle's attention. He looked at me for a moment before speaking, staring straight at me. "You know, Olivia? I'm really ashamed of myself." His voice was calm and gentle as he said that.

“Use a fogger.” The newcomer grabbed everyone’s attention. “The Boss,” Helios whispered. The man was wearing black pants and a black T-shirt tucked into his black leather jacket. His black hat covered his face, and only his mouth was visible. The man’s aura is unusual because it gives goosebumps. “Bill Crase, I hereby sentenced you to death—” Bill suddenly grabbed the gun strapped to the side of the man holding him. Things happened fast, and almost everyone inside didn’t expect what he did.

I wanted to give Cayden a thumbs up for good work, but cheers erupted as the true star of the show walked out from the dark curtains. The old man had a walking stick to assist him with his movements, his hair was grey and wrinkles dotted his face. I looked at the old man, finally remembering him. I usually saw the old man in financial news, some said he was in the top ten list of richest men. I never really cared to know the real truth because…What business would I have with an old man? The man in front of me was 90 years old, formed these auction houses at 20 and since then, had become one of the best auction houses in the continent.

I almost laughed. ‘Well.’ As if that word could erase what he had done. As if it could clean blood from hands that had never known restraint. I felt my anger coil tighter. This was the man who had sold her to me. Not symbolically. Not out of desperation dressed up as love. He had put her on the table like a chip in a game he couldn’t afford to let drown his selfish head. “I heard about you,” he continued. “The paintings. The shows. Television. People talk.”

With a trembly voice, he said, the deal was that I could sell my best merchandise in your bars and if some new merchandise emerged in my laboratories I would let you know immediately. Exactly but you haven't done it and you have done otherwise, you have created something new and you didn't tell me. You told me, you are not selling my merchandise, is it yours? It won't happen again I promise, the man said. Oscar sat up and turned to look at me, tell me doll, is it worth it? he asked me. excuse me? I meditate on the answer, I know that the life of the man depends on what comes out of my mouth because the wolves are not known precisely because of his pity.

He had once been the one in control. Still, he maintained a professional smile. "Good evening," he said as they shook hands. Luis sat down opposite the man, straightening his suit. "As you are aware, I am the former owner of this enterprise." The man gave a polite nod. "I won’t bore you with a lengthy explanation," Luis continued. "Nor will I try to appeal to sympathy." He paused briefly. "There were circumstances that made it necessary for me to sell the company," he began. "I..." He chose his words very carefully, delivering the lie so smoothly it almost deserved an award for performance. Especially since he had just claimed he wouldn’t seek sympathy.

and slowly loosened his grip. The silence was terrifying. For all these years, Joseph had been drowning in the excesses of his own gilded cage, shirking every single responsibility of the family business. That's why after Father's death, the Capos and foot soldiers defected to Adrian and rival gangs, causing the syndicate to collapse so swiftly. "Joseph," I looked straight into his eyes. "If it were me going, would you be sad?" He looked stunned for a moment, then let out a sharp, bitter laugh.