Potter Auction

Joyce Stone, the beautiful and rich campus belle, often puts the tab on my account whenever she uses her card on any transactions. When she helps a low-income student with their financial problems, the money I save up from thrifting and working part-time jobs for the month is instantly depleted. When she treats the whole class to lunch, the prize money I won from my physics competition is drained right away. I try to argue with Joyce, only to hear the whole class calling me jealous of her beauty and kindness. Only my boyfriend, Lucas Zimmer, still trusts me. We work together to come up with all sorts of solutions to stop Joyce from using my money. But no matter what I do, my money keeps getting funneled from my account. Before the final exams, Joyce suddenly suggests that we all attend an auction and buy whatever we want there. The million-dollar funds that I've gathered from selling my house in order to treat my mom's illness vanishes from my account immediately. Mom ends up dying from her illness. Since I no longer have money in my account, my life force is the one getting depleted when Joyce keeps spending with her card. In the end, I've died as well. Before I close my eyes, I notice a video of Lucas and Joyce kissing on my phone. He looks at Joyce lovingly before saying, "Melanie gets jealous far too easily. If I don't pretend to trust her, I'm worried that she might go berserk and hurt you." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Joyce is about to use her card to pay for everyone's expenses. Before she can open her mouth, I dig out my bank card right away. "Let me treat all of you to whatever you want today."

Everyone knew Elio Carbone, Don of the Carbone family, was a cold-hearted womanizer. He had one rule: never sleep with the same woman twice. But for me, he broke it. The first day after our breakup, he stood outside the old Bianchi estate for a day and a night, his entire security detail in tow, just to win me back. The second day, he flew to Sicily and bought the deed to my family's ancestral estate at auction for triple its value, and had it delivered to me. The third day, he tattooed my favorite flower, the lily, over his heart. The tattoo artist said he refused any anesthetic and didn't make a sound. Later, at a banquet for the Five Families, in front of all the other Dons, he sliced his palm and made a blood oath. He swore loyalty only to Eleonora Bianchi for the rest of his life; if he broke his vow, he would pay with his life. After a year of his relentless pursuit, his devotion finally wore me down, and I agreed to take him back. I truly believed him then. That Elio truly loved me. Until one night. He took me to an underground racetrack to broker a deal with an ally. But in the roaring crowd, I saw a girl, trembling and crying, her clothes in tatters. Ava was shoved to the starting line. She was the wager for the death race. One look was all it took for Elio's face to darken. The next second, he dropped his hand from my waist and, without a word, walked toward the track entrance. I stood frozen, watching his back as he disappeared into the driver's seat of a modified sports car. I used to wake up crying, terrified he would lose his life in one of these reckless races. He had smashed his trophies, burned his marker for the illegal track, and sworn to God he would never again enter such a life-or-death gamble. My hand drifted to my stomach, covering the secret I hadn't yet had the chance to share. His blood oath was broken. And so was I.

After I get abducted to an underground auction house belonging to a mafia family based in Aleroth, I become the most popular commodity ever in the live stream hosted on the dark web. As the live comments flood the screen and the viewers keep tipping the live stream, I feel my legs being forced open inch by inch. The electric chair beneath me keeps pulsing me with jolts of electricity, making me tremble uncontrollably. Men keep rearranging my limbs however they want in various positions. Then, they put me through all sorts of torture, as if I'm not a human being at all. Once everything is over, I can only curl into a small ball in a corner of the iron cage. My clothes are completely disheveled, and my gaze remains hollow and lifeless. That's when I hear someone speaking in Elythran, a language I'm familiar with. "Haha! That chick still thinks she can escape from this place!" "To think that the mafia princess of Elythra ends up getting lured to this place and reduced to a common whore for us to toy with! Those brothers really are ruthless!" "I heard the brothers did this just to appease their adopted younger sister, Emilia Ricci. That's why they ordered us to put up a show. Even the people tipping on the live stream are actors they've hired to make this show perfect." "This idiot is still waiting for her brothers to come rescue her! Last night, she kept crying out to them in her sleep, begging them to save her!" As the henchmen speak, they open the door to my room, only to be stunned by the blood-stained floor. Immediately, they dig out their phones and begin dialing numbers anxiously. The moment I make out one of the numbers, I feel my blood turn into ice. It appears that the so-called abduction is just a show that my brothers have put on just to appease Emilia… I can feel blood rising in my throat. As my vision goes blurry, I think I see another man's gentle expression. That's the memory that I've kept buried deep inside my heart—the memory of my actual older brother, Silvio Gallo.

The Billionaire Soldier & The Heiress Doctor Dalawang bilyonaryo. Isang maputik na bundok. Isang malaking kasinungalingan. Si Dr. Seraphina Villaraza ay ang nag-iisang prinsesa ng pinakamalaking medical empire sa bansa. Para takasan ang isang arranged marriage, nagtago siya at nag-volunteer sa isang liblib at mapanganib na military outpost sa kabundukan ng Lopez, Quezon. Ang kwento niya sa lahat? Isa siyang dukhang iskolar na baon sa utang. Si Captain Niguel Arandia ay ang kinatatakutang lider ng Special Forces. Ang hindi alam ng kanyang mga tauhan, siya ang "black sheep" at tagapagmana ng bilyun-bilyong halaga ng Arandia Conglomerate. Ang kwento niya sa kampo? Araw-araw siyang nagbubuwis ng buhay sa mga delikadong misyon para may maipakain sa kanyang pamilya. Nang magkrus ang landas nila sa gitna ng digmaan at putik, sumiklab ang isang laro ng asaran at pagpapanggap. Nagtitiyaga sila sa sardinas at instant noodles para mapanatili ang kanilang mga sikreto, habang pilit nilalabanan ang nakakapasong tensyon sa tuwing magsasara ang flap ng kanilang medical tent. Sa gitna ng ulan, panganib, at mga nakaw na sandali, tuluyang nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. Nangako silang aahon sa "kahirapan" nang magkasama. Ngunit pinaghiwalay sila ng isang madugong trahedya. Dalawang taon ang lumipas, muling nagtagpo ang kanilang mga landas—hindi sa isang madungis na kampo, kundi sa isang marangyang VIP Charity Auction sa Maynila. Wala nang mga pekeng utang at butas na uniporme. Dalawang bilyonaryong puno ng pride, galit, at matagal nang naipong pagnanasa ang maghaharap. Handa na ba silang isuko ang kanilang mga ego, o ang paghihiganti ba ang magiging bagong laro nila sa ibabaw ng kama?

My girlfriend is the true heiress of a wealthy family, yet she suffers from severe paranoia. She's convinced that everyone is out to exploit her. She never believed in my love. In her eyes, I stayed with her only for status and money. To prove my sincerity, during our seven years together, I never spent a single cent of hers. I handed over every paycheck I earned. As for myself, I couldn't even afford a few dollars for a taxi. Every day, I walked five kilometers to work. Then one day, my mother was in a sudden car accident. The doctor called and told me to come see her for the last time. The hospital was thirty kilometers away. There was no way I could make it on foot in time. Left with no choice, I asked my girlfriend to transfer me thirty dollars for a taxi. She flew into a rage. "Simon, thirty dollars is your entire monthly living expense. How dare you ask me for that much all at once? I almost believed your feelings were genuine. But now I see—you're no different from those gold-diggers!" In the end, I never made it to see my mother one last time. When I returned home in a daze, I found my girlfriend throwing a birthday party for her childhood sweetheart. He was wearing the latest luxury watch, his face full of smug pride. "This is the one you bought at an overseas auction, right? Worth thirty million," he said. "You wouldn't even give Simon thirty dollars for a taxi. You're really generous with me." My girlfriend smiled indulgently. "It's only thirty million. It's not like I can't afford it. "Besides, how could Simon ever compare to you? Today, he dares to ask me for thirty. Tomorrow, he'll dare to ask me for thirty thousand. "I've always known it. He's been with me just to take my money." I stood there, frozen, my heart sinking into the abyss. 'It's fine. I don't want her money anymore. And I don't want her, either.'

When I was 18 years old, Luigi Conti, the craziest heir of the Conti family, pulled out a gun at an auction and executed the Don of the Serra family. That man happened to be my foster father, also the one who had me auctioned away as though I were a slave. When he was being dragged toward the armored car by the military police, he kept laughing like mad despite having blood streaking down his face. "Why must I atone for my sins? Since God refuses to save you, let me be your savior! From now on, no one in Sandalay has the guts to clip your wings anymore, my darling Isabella!" Seven years later, Luigi gets released from prison. He looks at me as I wash dishes for a living in the slums before snuffing out the cigar trapped between his fingers. That night, Luigi returns to his family and steals the position of the Don. After we get married, I'm the only person who has the highest access over the vaults under the Conti family. Luigi even forcibly expands the ring that signifies ultimate authority—which has been passed down from generation to generation for a century—and slides it onto my ring finger. He buys half of Sandalay's estates just so he can fill the vineyards with the white grapes I've mentioned in passing. He tells me that his turf is called Isabella. But everything changes when I discover a photo album stashed in a hidden compartment in Luigi's study. All 2,000 photos feature a young woman in a white dress who is reading in the library. That is the female assassin he's planning on training. The woman looks very pure and innocent. She's most suited to conquer certain bigwigs' hearts. But now, it seems that Luigi's the one being conquered by her. When Luigi finds out about my discovery, he throws the photo album into the fireplace and watches it burn in the fire with a stony expression. "I'm just repackaging her so that she can aid me in money laundering. Just pretend you never saw the photo album." I push the signed divorce agreement over to Luigi. "I said, sign the agreement." Frustrated, Luigi pins the divorce agreement on the table with a knife, his expression insanely dark. "Isabella Serra, have you forgotten about the Conti family's rules? There's no such thing as divorce. We can only be widowed."

Sa araw ng libing ng kanyang ina, natabunan ng katahimikan ang mundo ni Amara Alvarez. Samantalang sa kabilang panig ng lungsod, ang lalaking tinawag niyang asawa ay nagdiriwang, isang marangyang birthday party, inihahandog hindi para sa kanya, kundi para sa unang babaeng minahal nito. Doon niya tuluyang naunawaan ang lahat. Hindi siya kailanman minahal. At ang isang relasyong walang pag-ibig ay wala ring saysay ipaglaban. Tahimik niyang iniwan ang mga papeles ng diborsyo. Tahimik niyang isinara ang buhay na ipinagkatiwala rito. At sa katahimikang iyon, ipinaalam din niya ang batang dinadala kasabay ng pagtalikod niya sa lahat ng dati niyang pinanghawakan. Lumisan si Amara mag-isa. Pagkaraan ng limang taon, sa isang marangyang auction, muling napatigil ang mundo. Ang punong auctioneer—nakasuot ng makintab na bestida at may puting belo sa mukha ay naging sentro ng atensyon. Kumipot ang mga mata ni Nardo Morales. May kung anong pamilyar sa tinig, sa tindig, at presensiya nito. “Ang pangalan niya… Amara?” “Opo,” sagot ng kanyang assistant. “May nag-alok ng milyon-milyon para makita ang kanyang mukha, pero tumanggi siya.” Sa sandaling iyon, parang may bumagsak na pader sa kanyang dibdib. Ang babaeng limang taon niyang hinanap at pinakawalan ay nasa harap na niya. Kinagabihan, sa isang madilim na interseksyon, hinarang niya ang dinaanan nito. “Auctioneer Mara,” malamig niyang wika, “hanggang kailan ka tatakas?” Huminto siya. Hindi man lang lumingon. “Mr. Morales,” matatag niyang sagot, “diborsyado na tayo.” “Hindi ako pumayag.” Bumigat ang tinig niya. “Nasaan ang anak ko?” Dahan-dahan siyang humarap. “Mr. Morales, tila kayo ang nakalimot. Limang taon na ang nakalipas mula nang nagpapalaglag ako.” Nanigas ang kanyang mukha. “Kung ganoon,” mariing sabi niya, “ano ito?” Sa harap ni Amara, tatlong batang limang taong gulang ang sabay-sabay na humakbang pasulong, nakahanay, magkakahawig ang mga mata, at malinaw na malinaw ang sagot sa tanong niya.