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And immediately his brows furrowed, he stood up walked to me. Yank! He pulled my hair, so that I look up at him, pain hit my scalp as he gripped it tight. I winced biting back my tears, my hands were on my hair as he yanked my hair again so that he would look straight into my eyes. "What do you mean, No" he asked through gritted teeth. In pains I opened my eyes and when my brown met his blue, i realized that I had been sold to the devil. "I'm sorry, sir please" I cried as I managed to speak.

"Run while you can. Or worse, you will be auctioned off to some place." My skin crawled with goosebumps. My heart thudded against my chest violently. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. "Then why did you sell me off to him if you knew all this would happen?" I looked at the purple rings around his glassy eyes. I needed answers. Real answers. I saw purple patches all over his skin, his arms covered in bruises. Maybe beaten up by people who want their money back. "We needed to pay up or be killed." His voice broke. "And we also thought it would be better if Mom knows you are dead. She wouldn't have to worry about you anymore."

And yet… here he was, practically handing her the one thing that could save her entire pack. Why? The answer was obvious, of course. Even if he would never admit it. Because it was her. He had bought that land from Wyatt at full market price, and now he was preparing to sell it to Evelyn at a discount that would make any investor scoff. It wasn’t a deal. It wasn’t a negotiation. It was an act of devotion, one that she might never even know about.

“You drugged me!” He shrugged. “You looked like you needed a nap.” My blood boiled. “What do you want?” He walked closer now, circling me slowly like a wolf. “That’s the thing, Elizabeth. I’m not here to want. I’m here to deliver.” “Deliver?” He stopped behind me. I could hear him breathing. “I’m just the middleman. You were bought.” My stomach dropped. “I’m not a thing!” I screamed. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “You were sold at an auction. Remember? That’s not something that just disappears because your pet lunatic played house for a few weeks.”

His Attorney. "Yes," Bruce said, his voice cracking in midword. He bowed his head. "He took from me everything he wanted. He extorted me, used my money and data, and went on to build an empire greater than mine just to goad me with it. I sold him something more valuable than companies, materials, and land." Wait. "I sold him my soul."

“I had to give them you. For the night. All five of them. However they want.” The words don’t compute at first. My brain short-circuits, reboots, tries again. He sold me. He fucking sold me for a membership. “You’re joking.” I laugh, but it sounds wrong. “This is a joke, right? Some kind of hazing prank?”

She’s telling me about her doctor visit—everything’s looking good, maybe even remission soon. I’m smiling, but inside I’m cracking. Because every day I spend with him, the lie gets bigger. And every night I sell to him feels less like selling……and more like giving away pieces of my heart I won’t ever get back. To be continued…

Lawson finally looked at her. His eyes were dark. Unsettled. “I warned you,” he said. “You should’ve stayed quiet.” She swallowed. “You don’t get to own me.” Lawson leaned closer, his presence suffocating. “You were sold to me,” he said. “I paid the price.” Her eyes filled with tears. “You paid my father. Not me.” Lawson’s jaw clenched. “You were included.” She shook her head. “I’m not an object.”

He smelled of leather and precious wood. His eyes lingered on her. For a long time. Too long. "Nice outfit," he murmured. "You chose it," she replied sharply. A silence. He offered a faint smile. "You talk as if you still had a choice." She met his gaze. She refused to look away. "What do you want, Ilyès?" He moved slowly toward her. She felt the tension rising in her stomach. "What I bought," he replied simply. "I'm not merchandise." "You became that the day your father signed that contract." She clenched her fists. But she didn't back away.

She had called him the previous night and he was willing to buy herbs from her. Because the herbs were a bit much she decided to sell only a third to him and sell the rest in Valletta when she visits the capital. “It’s good to see you again,” the old man said with a smile. “I am glad to see you again. You can check the herbs.” Krystal brought the man to the truck which had the herbs that she had brought for him. After he was done checking them, he transferred ten million to her account. Satisfied with the transaction, she promised to bring him more once she gets them.