روايات وقصص ضمن Sold To A Handsome Trillionaire

My cheek smacked against the hard ground, a sharp, metallic taste of blood bursting in my mouth. "Shut your whoring mouth!" Richard roared, hovering over me, his face twisted in anger. "Every fucking girl in this city would die for the offer to get married to a billionaire, and here you are crying about it like a brat! You should be thanking us!" "A billionaire?" I cried out, tears finally spilling over my burning cheeks. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, looking between the two of them. "You sold me. You actually sold me!"

The cruelty was absolute. "And Catherine?" Harper’s voice shook. "She was the only one who could stabilize the serum," Richard cried. "When she found out Arthur planned to harvest Julian's organs... she ran. She took the formula." "I... I tried to stop her. I needed Arthur's money. Sterling Corp was my biggest investor." Harper stared at him. "You sold your wife and daughter for a seed round investment?" Richard sobbed. "I was weak." "No," Harper said coldly. "You are not weak. You are hollow."

Gasps erupted around the room. “She is so fucking hot, and she’s going to make more than that for me when I finally have her in my arms.” “You know I won’t let you have such beauty. I knew they were saving the best for last. That’s why I saved all my money just for her.” “One million dollars.” Louder murmurs. Commotion. “Oh! Looks like we’ve got a final price. Does anyone else want to bid higher? Going in three… two—” I wished they’d just cancel the whole thing. A part of me still wanted to be free, but there was really no difference between being sold and running all my life, drowning in debts I never asked for.

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

Amy joined her in that. "Can you give us one hundred million that those people are giving in exchange for you?" She said dangerously snatching the land under my feet. What did she just say? They're giving them one hundred million! That means they sold me to them. These people are selling me to them in the name of marriage.

Even their secretaries were already waiting beside the stage. “1 Trillion.” Oh my god ...! Sena! Almost everyone looked at the screen. I counted the zeroes there until it reached to twelve. That amount could already buy a lot of yacht and or cruise. I wanted to faint. But it was fine since I knew those men. If any of them would buy my best friend, I’d ask for her as a wedding gift. But damn, it already reached a trillion? “I think she’s priceless, Sean,” said Master Luis who seemed to be surprised by the bid-up of Master Sean.

I knew the exact time she wanted to cum. "Ninety five million." I pressed more of my thumb into her asshole, moaning under my breath as the warm soft feeling. "Five hundred million dollars." Came the voice I had been waiting to hear all night. Elena came, both holes clenching and spasming around my fingers as her juices flowed. Silence... then... the sound of Harvey's hammer hitting the table. "Sold for five hundred million dollars to number sixteen." Riccardo Moretti had taken the bait.

However, when Elaine thought of how the salesgirl had already set up the atmosphere, wouldn’t she be unable to live up to the title as the ‘top amongst the noblewomen’ if she were to say that she could not afford it? Just as Elaine was feeling uneasy, the salesgirl placed the treasure of the store in front of her. Elaine looked down at the price tag and suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, my God! Seven, eight, eight, eight... Seven, followed by six eights with no decimal points... This is f*cking 7.88 million dollars!”

she said with awe. “I did sell every piece,” he said with pride. “Five different buyers, and one of them bought every piece that wasn’t already sold.” “Really! Do you know who it was?” “I sure do,” he said with a smirk. “You couldn’t have prayed for a better fan. He’s rich. I mean really rich. Billionaire status, honey.” “Stop teasing me with clues and tell me a name,” she shrieked with excitement. They both laughed. As they were laughing, Desmond grabbed her wrists to steady her. “Okay, are you ready?”

"Michael, you know how much I've waited and longed for this very opportunity to seek revenge. Do you think something as feeble as love will make me dump my mission? This is something we've been planning for a long time." "You know how we planned this all from the beginning. How we both paid off Mr. Edwards' capable workers to leave the business, how we were able to infiltrate the company's inner circle by buying off one of the directors. How we were able to send one of us to meet Edward to come to me for financial support, the banter and back and forth we had with Edwards before he finally agreed to sell his daughter to me?"