Novel & Cerita Sold To A Handsome Trillionaire

Just to offer. Noah ran to him before I could think. He grabbed Houstons finger with his small hand. "You have a hand " Noah said. "Like a giant." Houston looked down at our son holding his finger. His whole face changed. The Ruthless King disappeared. Only a father was left. For five million dollars he bought a lie. He got three children for free.

"The man in the center with number one hundred and twenty-nine. Going for five hundred thousand. Do I hear six hundred...the lady in the back, six hundred. Do we have seven..." "One million for the girl." Killian's voice sent the whole warehouse silent. No one else raised their paddle to bid against him. Even the auctioneer was stunned for a moment. "One million dollars. Going once, going twice...sold!" He picked up the small wooden hammer on the podium I hadn't noticed before and slammed it down, finalizing the trade. What was Killian doing? "We have this next boy, big and fresh from Africa. He's not small and pretty, but he'll definitely make good labor and perform stunningly well in bed w

When Richard Hart walked into the club that night, Jace had auctioned me off to the highest bidder. "He bought me," I whispered, tears finally breaking past my lashes and spilling down my cheeks. "He didn't save me. He paid two and a half million dollars to buy me from my ex-boyfriend like I was a piece of real estate." "Look at the back of the page, Scarlett," Kai said softly, pointing a pale finger at the bottom margin. I flipped the heavy paper over. Stapled to the back was a smaller, yellowed slip of paper bearing an official cartel seal. It was a signed agreement between Richard Hart and Vincenzo Moretti, dated three days after the wire transfer.

That might as well be a bank job! Since Charmine had basically taken most of her assets, Tiffany basically did not have much left, and the perfume might be able to help her shift the tides… “Buy it by all means!” she ordered. “I’ll transfer you the money later, so just buy it!” “Yes.” After Tiffany hung up, she had to soothe her bleeding heart to sell ten or-so of her limited-edition bags, along with some jewelry sets, at half the price to some wealthy heiress, just to make up the 90 million! After she was sure that she would obtain the perfume, a malicious smirk appeared on her lips.

He stood up and clipped a thin gold collar around my neck with a small chain. “Welcome to your new life, my little prize. You were sold for fifty million… and I plan to get every single cent’s worth out of this pretty body.” He tugged the chain and led me out of the lounge toward the waiting black car. I followed on shaky legs, face still covered in his thick cum, pussy dripping down my thighs, heart pounding with fear and filthy excitement. I had been auctioned like cattle. Now I belonged to the Billionaire Don. And the real ruin was only just beginning.

Lisa will be pained. Lisa had the audacity to move on with her life. I promised her she would crawl back. And she will. Tonight is step one. The auctioneer lifted the velvet box. “Starting bid…” “ $50 million “ “$72 million “ Everyone kept speaking till I raised my hand spilling it out… “ $300 million “ A number that made the room fall silent. The entire hall gasped. Someone choked on their champagne. The auctioneer blinked. “S…. sold… to Mr. Adrian Hale”

His hands are still playing with the paperweight. Michael no longer could keep avarice from appearing on his face. Eyes bugged out and a greedy smile played on his lips. “Yes, sir. I can even sell my soul” he answered immediately. His hunger for wealth dripping from his voice. “Even your wife?” his hard gaze pinning Michael to his spot. There was no emotion in them just coldness. “What?” Michael’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to comprehend Daniel’s question. “I said, would you sell your wife to me for a night in return for ten million,” he said with such coolness that it didn’t feel like he was talking about a woman but some grocery.

The quiet, lethal confidence. And damn… he was beautiful. The room exploded into outrage. “That’s not allowed!” “You can’t just—” “Ten billion is obscene!” The silver-haired man didn’t flinch. He simply raised one elegant hand, silencing the room without effort. “Ten billion,” he repeated, voice smooth as velvet and dark as sin. “And I don’t share.” The auctioneer swallowed hard, voice cracking. “Sold… to Mr. George Valenti.”

“He's telling you the truth, daughter. This is why we have been preparing since morning. this is why we have been so nervous the past few days. We accepted the money that he offered and you're going to be his wife before or within two months. He's a billionaire. you don't need to worry about anything. He is a nice young man and he has promised to take care of you. think about it. He is going to pay for your education. Especially for Law School you no longer have to work two jobs and you need not worry about providing for us. Everything is the conqueror. We've already received the down payment…” “What?” I repeat yet again, the words echoing in my head as my eyes widen. “Down Payment? His Wi

From the back, a young billionaire held up his paddle. "3.5 million," he called. George didn't bat an eye. He countered immediately. "Five million." "Seven million!" The billionaire called. "Ten million," George countered, paddle held high, but the whispers, they were higher, louder. And Camille basked in every single one of them. This was her moment. "Ten million going once, going twice, and sold to Mr. Ashton!" The Emcee's announcement made Camille's chest swell with a mix of happiness and triumph.