Sold To Him Novels & Stories

My wish has come true. "Don't people live here?" I asked and he shook his head. Seeing him unbutton the top three buttons of his white shirt making me take a sneak peek at his toned chest. I looked away quickly before he can catch me. "Not anymore. Just called the owner. Bought it." My eyes widened as the new information sunk in. I looked at him, feeling greatly surprised. "I named it to you. It's yours now." He said, a smile on his lips and I almost felt like fainting as I looked between him and the keys. "Let's celebrate with a beer." He pushed the cup of beer into my hand.

“This isn’t from me. I’m only following through with his wishes.” I couldn’t understand how he had just turned against me. He was looking at me like he had the first time we met. “Sell it. Please don’t stay here. You don’t deserve this place. Sell it and take the money. I’m guessing that’s all you were really after.”

I swear I won't " the man screamed in tears. "Shh shh sh," Bruno said grabbing the back of his head and patting it playfully. "You have less than two minutes to tell me who you gave the piece to and how I'm going to get it back," Bruno said pointing a gun at him. "I don't know who it was. It was an anonymous call, they didn't buy the goods, they delivered them. They said to sell it to you specifically. Boss, I don't know who they were but they only instructed that you pay in full. They set the starting price, that's why it was so high. The money was transferred to an anonymous account which they had sent personally." He replied.

Waiting for my response. "He's —a man that I, my brother, owes money". She let out a short laugh. "Why would a man your brother owes money come after you? That's insane. I mean if he wants his money your brother should pay for it". Lisa, Yu don't understand. "Then make me" she said again searching my face with her large eyes. "I was sold to him". I said with my head bowed "Like a collateral?" "I guess so" I signed. "Look, he can't come all the way here, you are safe”

he replied. “Good, do you remember that I was auctioned to you as a slave?” I asked him and he frowned his face “Oh I remember, and I also remembered that I promised myself to deal with the Idiot that inflicted so much pain on my woman” Now I flipped at the statement I heard him make. “Are you going to make that bastard pay?” I asked him “Of course I will” he replied and this made me feel somehow light. That way he would no longer have the right to do human trafficking. But I knocked myself back to my present event.

I begged him. The middle-aged man looked at me from head to toe and nodded his head. "We did have it five minutes ago, but it has just been sold. Maybe if you had come to five minutes ago, we would have given it to you instead." He replied and a tear rolled down my eyes.

There was a pounding in my ears and an inferno of heat washing through me as he said, “Let’s try that again.” Once again, he pulled the safety down, but like a desperate, scared fool, I blurted out, “I sold it!” He paused. “Say that again?” “I sold it!” I sobbed, feeling myself crumble, “I swear to the goddess I sold it. If you want the money, I can give you the rest of it. It’s more than half of what I made, but I already spent a lot of it. I swear I’m not lying, I sold it! I pawned it! I didn’t want you bothering me about it anymore, and I can’t drive. I swear to you, I don’t have it anymore. I’m not hiding it anywhere!”

I stretched my hands toward him, gesturing to take the gold back, but he waved his head. The image on the tablet quadrupled, and then I grinned with satisfaction. “Sold.”

“He’s not coming.” My vision blurred. “What?” He leaned in, his breath grazing my ear, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. “He sold you, sweetheart. You’re mine now.” For a moment, the world went still. No music. No whispers. No air in my lungs. Only the echo of his words — and the cold, merciless certainty that he wasn’t joking. “W-What do you mean he sold me? I don’t understand.” My voice cracked as I looked at him, then frantically over my shoulder at the people behind me — waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this was some sick joke.

“Apparently, he chose you. You, Liliana. Who knew a nobody like you would be worth something?” I press my hand over my mouth. “What are you saying?” “I sold you,” he spits, without a trace of shame. “It’s just for one night. That’s all. For one million dollars.” I feel dizzy, like I’m going to faint. “You… you sold me?”