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I asked, not sure where to give him promise or not. "I know you don't trust me Allena, but please just this time do it. Please." He said with sad voice and guilty eyes. I feel bad for him so I put my hand on his. "What's that Aaron tell me now?" I asked. "Just give me your two hours after the exhibition. I already asked uncle Henry and Chris, so now it's your turn to agree with me as you already promised me." He said holding my hand in his. "Ok I promise." I said and took my hand from his and headed towards the investors and sponsors. Soon the exhibition start and everyone bid a huge and huge price for the paintings and soon all the paintings were sold out and each sold with highest value.

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Mr Anderson sighed, looking at Ricardo for permission to speak. When he received a nod, he turned to Harley again. "Harley, we… we sold you to the highest bidder which is your godfather, you were a commodity to us, nothing more. and ypu know that." Anderson said,

“Do you still have the Swedish champagne?” He paused again and raised one of his fingers to his fat lips. “No. I sold everything…except the one I reserved for myself in my residence.” The fat merchant said. “I need it.” I said, with my hand stretched out demandingly towards him. He slapped down my hand with his fat hand. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I’ve sold everything. The one I have is just for me, not for sale.” He said, making himself clear and concise. I exhaled angrily. He used to be the one who begged me to get his product into the fort, now, he had forgotten the good I did him, and he even slapped away my hand.

"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.

“Join us on the ship Friday” Begrudgingly I say. “I will consider it”. “Well, then we’re making progress”. Raphael downs his drink and stand. “Now, if you guys will excuse me, I need to dance with my wife”. I watch him stride from the room, before setting my own glass on the mantel. “I should be off as well”. “He’s not as unaffected as he acts”. Stephan says. “Did you know that I sold him ?” I hadn’t known, but before I can respond Stephan continues. “For a pouch of coins so I could purchase my commission. He never said a word. After we reached the wharves. He just remained stoic and silent. It always haunted me”.

He left as everyone's mouths, and jaws dropped. “FOR THE LAST BIDDING, $2,000,000. GOING ONCE! GOING TWICE!.... SOLD!" ... When they took me behind the curtain, my eyes searched for the man who had bought me. I've moved my hand and foot faster to speed up the release to the chain that binds me. However, the bald man with the key grabbed my hand and legs. He licked his lip and softly massaged it. My hair stood on end because of what he did.

He would see right through me. How the hell did he even find me? “I sold them,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I had no choice. I needed the money.” The anger in his eyes flared, but there was something else there, too. Something darker. A wounded pride, maybe. I didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let this slide. Not by a long shot. “We’re going to get them back,” he said, his voice flat, cold.

“Soon.” “What did you do?” That grin grew wider, stretched too thin. “I sold you.” The words hit harder than any blow he’d ever delivered. The air disappeared. “You—what?” “You heard me.” He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped one out with steady fingers, lit it. “Guy’s coming tonight.” The match hissed. The smoke curled. My world caved in. “You’re lying.” He laughed, loud and sharp, like the crack of thunder before a storm. “I don’t lie about money, sweetheart. You’re the last thing I have left to sell.”

“He was suppose to be with you.” His eyes widened, his hands clawing at mine as he gasped for air. "I...I sold him." The world tilted, my grip loosening just enough for him to cough out the words. "What did you say?" He cringed, his body trembling as he tried to explain. "They—they paid me to bring him. I didn't know what they wanted, I swear! I just...I needed the money." “What do you mean by you sold him?” My voice was low, dangerous. Anger boiled beneath my skin, though my body shook with the effort it took to hold it back.