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“And you don’t have enough blood left to afford that.” “Oh, I’ve already lost everything,” the man replies. “My daughter. My freedom. My future. What’s a little more pain?” Lucien leans in, close enough that their faces are inches apart. “You sold her,” Lucien says. “You don’t get to pretend you lost her.” The smile falters, for half a second. Then it’s back. “And yet,” the man says softly, “you’re the one tearing the world apart because she’s gone.”

she said. Shawna also paused for a few seconds before answering her. "Your father, he sold me to a sex house after losing a huge amount of bet. He decided to replace the money by selling me" Shawna answered. "What??" Tina found herself shrieking. "Father did that??" She asked.

"He could have just said a friend without having to call my name." "Why don't you want me to know beside I checked your name on the system and didn't find you on the list." "I bought it in another name. I didn't want rumours flying about the office." "Oh, thanks for looking out for me and patronising me." "Do not mention. Speaking of offices, how's everything going?" "Fine. We've had massive sales especially with bloom. There was a single preorder of eighty bottles of Bloom." "Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though."

Today, she decided to go back and finish reading the book. However, she couldn't find the book after searching the store twice. She asked the store manager who replied, "Oh, that book? It was sold yesterday." Miranda said in surprise, "What? Wasn't it a part of the owner's private collection and not for sale?" The manager nodded. "It was, but the person who came yesterday was a close friend of the owner. Apparently, they had been through life and death together, so the owner personally told me to sell the book to him. I'm sorry about that."

London Static buzzed in my ear at her words. March Madness had what? “I d-don’t understand. What are you talking about?” I stammered. March Madness was my singular published book, and it was a raging failure. Only about ten copies of it had been bought since it’s release two years ago. The horrible sales had made me depressed for the longest time, and my editor had also cut off ties with me afterwards. And now, she was telling me that it had sold out? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.

He said through gritted teeth, his lips lifted from a side into a devious smirk as he pointed his gun directly at directly at Delvin's head; he aimed his forehead. Immediately Delvin clasped his sweaty palms together and knelt on the floor. "No, please don't kill!, It's just that Sara is the only relative I had left, the poor girl lost her parents in a car accident and I'm the only family she has left. Selling her off, to you was a mistake" he cried out. On hearing this Felix heart melted a bit, as he felt sympathy for Sarah. Almost convincing Felix. But he would not by the crap, he knows Delvin is a selfish monger. If he cared about her as he claims, he wouldn't have sold her in the first p

*Patricia’s POV* I felt the tension that surrounded the entire kitchen of the bakeshop as the news about the new owner spread. Everybody’s wondering why the old owner of the bakeshop sold the rights of all the branches of this bakeshop since business was doing well and in fact, the name of the bakeshop has been a household name already. They say that it was sold to an old man, but since he got sick, his son came to take over and handle the business.

Everything I wanted to do I do without anyone's disturbance. In this three and a half months of time span, I got new contracts and the paintings I uploaded online, were all selled out, which cost me thousands of dollars. With that amount I bring some gifts for everyone including Aaron and family. And rest of the amount I save for my own painting studio.

Cindy lifted her head and met my eyes. “Good morning, Zoe,” she greeted me while I walked toward her. I smiled and greeted her back. “I’m sorry. I’m late,” I said as I walked towards the small locker, grabbed my apron, and tied my hair up. Afterward, I stood beside her and smiled at the customer. I heard Cindy talk. “It’s fine. Besides, we don’t have many customers today. But…” she glanced at me, “Aunt Millie’s boss has a bulk order,” she added.

“I know this isn’t what you wanna hear at this time…or any time. But it’s?—” Sadie nods, grabs her things and hugs me goodbye. She shuts the door behind her, but it feels more like a slam, shuddering my body. How the fuck am I supposed to fork out extra money? Answer: The illegal auction happening Friday. What other fucking choice do I have? Begrudgingly, I take out the card and stare at it. Conrad O’Neill. He sounds like even more of an ass than Otis’s father.