The Auction Dramione Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everyone applauded the buyer, and then the master of ceremonies announced the next item; a Remy Martin cognac. "Are you going to bid?" Elena questioned. "Yes, soon," Damon averted his gaze from the stage and looked at his wife. "How else will my fucking name become the talk of the elite?" The auction went on smoothly. The bids were high, and people didn't seem to care about the amount of money they would leave in the hall. Valuable items were sold, and Damon bought a Piet Mondrian painting. Elena applauded her husband, like everyone else, but deep down, she just wanted to vomit from disgust.

And I knew, without a doubt, that the world was watching—watching Draco Thorne stake everything he was, every dollar, every ounce of dominance, just to make it clear: I was his. My knees threatened to buckle. I wanted to hide, but I couldn’t look away. Every tick of the auctioneer’s hammer, every gasp of the crowd, only made my heart pound harder. Draco’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk—and I felt it deep in my chest, the promise behind it.

I didn't answer him and just held his gaze. He liked doing this. The Godfather's smile grew. “I look forward to our next conversation, Dermos.” He turned around and tapped his aid stick against the floor. “Time for the auction!” I frowned. Auction? || Ariel's POV I stood frozen, my eyes scanning the room as the secret auction began. Girls, barely clothed, stood on stage, their wrists and ankles chained in heavy metals. I gazed at Dermos, who seemed perplexed just like me, though he did his best to mask his look of disgust, so I faced front and forced my protest down.

There was no special edition vehicle anywhere, no future tech gadget or ancient valuable of any sort. “The bid starts at $3 million dollars!” The lady yelled out. My chest grew tight, billions of thoughts pushing their way through my mind. After a brief silence, a voice from the audience responded to her. “$3 million dollars for the blonde girl!” My heart slammed against my chest as it then dawned on me that the auction item was none other than me. “$3 million and a half!” A third voice rang and my heart leapt wild with shock. “$4 million and a hundred thousand!”

I still couldn't shrug off the feeling when I woke up in a dark room, filled with masked men, whose eyes were moving on my body, vying for their chance to own me. I protested and fought but nothing was of use because my hands and legs were tied tightly to the chair and my pleas went to dead ears while I was being auctioned like an object. One million, two million, three million, the price of bidding are still echoing in my head and my final price was fifty million dollars. No one dare to outbid it as if the bid came from the Mafia Lord himself whom no one could defy. I didn't have any idea where they were taking me because my eyes were blindfolded until now, engulfing me in the world of dark

“Mr. Lee, hurry up. Don’t tell me you are trying to back away from the deal. The news is out. If you can’t pay for it and decide to walk away, it will stain your reputation.” Dakota continued to chuckle. “Kaze, what are we going to do now?” Darcy looked pale. Kaze tapped on her shoulder and then looked at Eddie, asking, “Who said the price is in Uleania dollars?” “I said it.” Another voice came from behind. A tall young man in casual clothes came over, followed by another group of people. As he came closer, he casually said, “The auction is held by Rove and of course I can determine what currency that we deal in. If I said it’s Uleania dollars, then it is Uleania dollars.”

The auction was nearly over, and I turned away in despair when suddenly, a voice rang out, raising an absurd amount of money. My heart stopped. It couldn’t be me, could it? “Her. I want her and her alone,” the voice demanded. I turned to see who had placed such an amount of money on my head. No one had been willing to spend more than twenty and yet someone was placing a thousand. A stench filled my nose. It was foreign but sweet like the spices my mom used to have in the kitchen. It was a combination of sweet things and it was intoxicating. It invaded my senses, my being and it made me excited.

“Wolf King Duncan, is your mate that afraid of me? Garlic? I invited you here to talk, yet you come armed with distrust and insult.” I took a step forward, shielding April behind me. “Spare me the theatrics. You called this meeting. Get to the point.” His laughter echoed through the dimly lit room as he descended the staircase with a calculated grace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine before shifting to April. “The point, Wolf King, is her.” He motioned to April, his smile widening. “I heard you got her at an auction. I want her."

Camden cleared his throat, “Uh, may I escort you all to your seats–” “Come on, Camden. Let old friends say their hellos, wouldn’t you agree, Derrick?” Dahlia held my gaze with a proud smile that anyone could clearly see through its sinisterness. “Why are you here?” My throat vibrated from the thickness of my voice. “Hellooo, it’s an auction!” “Exactly. You hate it.” She raised an eyebrow, surprised by my line of attack. It’s not like she explicitly told me while we were married; I just happened to overhear her discussion one time with Laila about her dislike for auctions.

But when it came to me, she would probably never overcome the instinctive revulsion she felt. I clenched my fists tightly, so numb that I could no longer feel any physical pain. - On the day of the auction, as Rachel searched through her closet for an evening gown, she spoke in a casual tone. "Go take a proper shower first. I'm bringing you to an auction tonight. I heard there's a finale item everyone's dying to get their hands on. Pretty much everyone attending is there for that piece. We should go join the excitement too." The moment I heard her words, it felt like an electric shock ran through my body.