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“A body like yours shouldn't be wasted on carrying trays. I can think of a dozen better uses for those hands.” The table erupted in filthy suggestions. They talked about my breasts, the curve of my back, and what they would pay to see me scream. I pushed the bile down, forcing a sharp, porcelain smile onto my face. I looked Lorenzo dead in the eye as Alberto reached out and pulled me onto his lap. Lorenzo didn't move. He didn't even blink. He just sat there, swirling a glass of amber liquid, his expression one of bored indifference. “The shipment, Blackwood,” Alberto said, his hand sliding uncomfortably high up my thigh. “We were discussing the weekend delivery. I want the product moved thro

did he actually look at her. The document looked exactly like the one she had seen Lucas bring out the previous night. What was it doing here? How did Lucas get in contact with this man? She opened it and immediately scanned through the document. Her expression darkening as she read through the words, her hands soon trembled and the hefty document clattered out of her hands.. she must be hallucinating! Lucas! That damn bastard! The bastard, he sent divorce papers to her and.. She staggered backwards. Fucking bastard! He.. he sold her, he sold her off!

Hey, I am not buying your crazy daughter " CJ said with a disgust look on his face "And who is crazy?? Anna glared and looked at her sister who was just sitting quietly looking at the whole show "Mimi.. Has mom being taking her drugs because I don't understand why she will think of selling her daughter off "Anna asked but Mimi only roll her eyes Everywhere was silent, just then CJ stood up and smiled "How much do you wanna sell her?? He said with a smirk and Anna was speechless "Any amount you're willing to buy her " her mother replied

She twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, her lips pressed together. She noticed Helios, who was busy writing some documents from the day before. She hemmed to clear her throat, hoping to catch his attention, but she was unsuccessful. Instead, she heard his icy tone. “Just put it down and leave.” Zoe sighed and bit her lower lip as she approached his table. When he got a closer look, he realized what he was doing, and she put down the documents. “These are from the Finance Department. And you have a meeting with an investor at 4,” she said.

We waited patiently while he flipped pages. "No, not this one." He put the book back under his desk and took out an identical one. "What’s in there?" Mia asked, standing up on her tiptoes to better peer at the French writing. "It’s a record of every item I’ve ever sold and who I sold it to," he said. "Ah-ha!" He said, pointing. "Here it is." The old man turned the book around so that Arthur could see it. "I will write all this information down for you," the old man said.

“Yes. All my loans are written out in contracts. They agreed to repay me in September this year or other means of repayment would be taken. The other means being, selling their service to me, which means being harvested for organs, perhaps having your mother in the brothel or giving you to me. Those are the terms they signed on even if it’s not written what their service would be. But they knew by word of mouth.” I sniff as I feel tears swarm my eyes and look down on my hands that lie motionless in my lap. Did they really sell me to him? They signed a contract to give me in exchange for money to gamble. “This is why I don’t want you to speak to them until tomorrow. I don’t want you to be mor

*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.

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

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The dull ache in my finger eased a little more each day. The burning in my throat slowly faded, too, though talking was still hard. My voice was so soft that it barely sounded like my own. On the morning of the fourth day, the bedroom door opened. Uncle Wesley walked in, holding a stack of papers. His expression was calm, but there was a quiet finality in it, like the dust had already settled. "It's all taken care of," he said, setting the documents down in front of me. "They've signed. They'll be sent away tonight."