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Or she wasn't ready yet, and the King didn't seem like someone who wanted anything from her. "But the King is.." "That's why we came prepared." Salvatore picked out another item from her basket. It was a liquid in a small bottle. "One dose of this, and he'll sleep for the whole night... and then you do the deed; he won't resist you the next morning. Trust me on this one, even Lady Osas did so, and it worked." Evie's eyes widened but she collected the bottle and dropped it in her basket. Would she use it? Maybe she would, and maybe she wouldn't. That was a story for later...

"Wake up Camila. I overheard Father talking to a strange man about you." Camila eyes blink open, "What do you mean." She sat up right facing her little brother that was on his knees. "Yes Camila, I over heard them making some deals concerning you. Father plans on having you auctioned." Dante report had sent cold spikes down her spine, her soul and her heart. She could hardly believe it. Camila knows Father has become more complacent, spending all his money on alcohol, drugs and gambling brothels. But she hadn't guessed father will be so cruel as to selling her to an unknown stranger just so he could pay up his debts. Tears gush out of her eyes.

Carlos said, "as long as you pay me in food." I looked at Mat for his confirmation. "You know I can't say no to you." He grinned. "And as long as you pay me in food too." Food was sounding great. My stomach built up so much acid from this morning's events that I needed to neutralise it. "Okay, I think I can finally eat now." _-_-_-_ The shop seemed to get busy after one pm and we ended up closing just after six. We sold more clothes than I can remember ever selling since I worked at the store when it was called Ebonies.

This is what freedom feels like. "Vivian!" I turned. It was the gallery manager Elias had hired to run the sales desk. A perky young woman named Chloe. "You won't believe this," Chloe squealed, grabbing my arm. "We just sold out." I blinked. "What?" "The entire collection," Chloe said. She pointed to the walls. I looked around. Next to every single painting—the sketches, the oils, even the unfinished study in the corner—sat a small red sticker. SOLD.

Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

“Boss, because of his failure to pay, it seems he decided to sell one of his daughters who happens to be Isabella, she was sold off.” “Why Isabella? Why?” I roared, sweeping everything off my desk in a fit of rage. If I had my way, I would have relished the chance to strangle her so called father who is responsible for such an act. “We have no idea, no one except Mr Robert will have answers to this question if yours boss”

Chloe said, "I will leave you here to enjoy your reading in peace, but I will have two guards stand right outside the glass doors to ensure your absolute safety, and I will return in a few hours to bring you a delicious lunch." Once Chloe left the room and the glass doors clicked shut, Hazel let out a long, happy sigh and began to wander through the endless rows of books, searching for a story that could transport her mind away from her scary new reality. She finally selected a beautifully illustrated book about ancient legends and mythical kingdoms, and she carried it over to one of the large leather armchairs by the window, curling her legs up beneath her pink silk dress as she opened the

The reluctance was clear in the way he shifted on his feet, the heavy sigh he let out before speaking. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said quietly, his voice heavy. “Last night… I finalized a contract. A political mating alliance with the twin Alphas of the strongest neighboring territory. To secure food, medicine, and protection for our pack.” The floor felt like it dropped out from under me. “You… sold me?” My voice came out small at first, then louder as anger rose. “You sold me off without even telling me?” My step-mother looked devastated. My father flinched but didn’t deny it.

“Don’t be upset, Ragnar, and don’t get worried because it’s all going to be fine. I’ve handled the Council of Kings before, so I can certainly handle one stubborn she-wolf with a talent for medicine.” ​I excused myself and entered my private office, the room smelling of old books and dried ink. I sat at my desk and pulled a fresh sheet of heavy parchment from the drawer, my movements deliberate as I dipped a long quill into the inkwell. The scratching sound of the nib against the paper was the only noise in the room as I began drafting the terms of our 'Marriage of Convenience.' I wrote her name, Aria, in bold letters next to mine, leaving a wide space at the bottom for our thumbprints to be

“What? What am I missing?” “It’s not my story to tell, but yes there is a market for any gossip that can be spun into a story. People make a living selling information like that. It’s sad, but true.” Brandon’s phone alerted him. “Oh, bossman needs me. I will bring Angie and Anton up at lunch, text if you need anything.” He basically ran from the room.