The Auction Dramione Audiobook Novels & Stories

I walked like I owned the whole stage, a supermodel like what our Manager told us to do if we really want to market ourselves. And I can hear claps from the audience, it’s working. But while doing this auction, the nervousness in my chest still didn't disappear. I know how hard it will be after tonight. “Six million!” another guy offered. "Wow, six million! That's a lot. And it seems that no one can defeat six million. We are going to close the deal—" “Fifty million dollars.”

Not too long after he made the bid, even before the auctioneer could say a word, another buyer raised his bidding card. “80, 000 dollars” he announced. “80, 000 dollars, anyone else?” The auctioneer uttered out from the stage. Amelia's eyes met with Lucas. The look of anguish she had earlier noticed, lingered. He kept looking around, restlessly. Something told Amelia that whatever was wrong with him had to do the auction. Not being too sure, she assumed because of how dark the auction was getting. It started as a peaceful auction, with buyers bidding only Jewelries. The auction went from Jewelries to dark painting and then finally a gun.

Instead, she held her shoulders firm and her head up high, reminding herself that she couldn't cause a scene right now. "Going for $5,000..." The spokesman announced with his microphone, and the audience erupted. "I'll take it for $10,00”." A voice from the audience chimed, and another round of uproar and booing erupted. Brielle's mind immediately transported her to the night Lord Darius had purchased her at Mr. Shawn’s auction ring. The bid was similar to this one, but the amount called here was much higher. One part of her wished she could close her eyes, and when she opened them, Lord Darius would appear from nowhere, swooping in to save her like a knight in shining armor.

“Miss Smith, I suggest you watch your words.” The woman, whose name tag read Jamie Smith, widened her eyes in shock. “You actually married her?” she exclaimed. Sensing something was off, I narrowed my eyes and looked at her. “Miss Smith, you’re the auctioneer, and I’m the buyer. I just won this crown, yet you’re refusing to finalize the sale and are questioning my relationship with my husband. Care to explain what’s going on?” Jamie gritted her teeth and tilted her head slightly, as if trying to hold back tears.

Dazed, Yannis felt her head starting to hurt. Her eyes widened as she stared at Austin. She felt like the world was spinning around her. If the man before her was Austin, who was she leaning on just now? Austin glanced at Vincent with a hint of helplessness. On the stage, the auctioneer had already started calling out for the third time. Right then, the gavel fell. The bid was closed as nobody continued bidding. As the session ended, the auction hall erupted into deafening gasps.

Hearing this my eyes went wide and my heart started to hammer. Auction ?

“Always remember that.” Those words echoed now like a curse. My heart thudded in my ears. Louder than the murmuring crowd. I couldn’t breathe. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in. The air was too thin. My lungs screamed. My vision blurred. They were bidding. Shouting. Jeering. Laughing. The noise was deafening. Like waves crashing over me again and again. And I couldn’t come up for air. “Bidding for her starts at twenty million!” the auctioneer announced gleefully. “Twenty million for the beautiful daughter of Sebastian Montage!”

“She’s not up for auction.” The woman smiled again, slow and wicked. “Then let’s make it one.” The room fell silent. Damian took a long breath. Celeste couldn’t read his face. But then he nodded. “Fine.” A single snap echoed through the chamber. Lights shifted. The audience quieted. And just like that, Aurora was up for bidding. The platform turned slowly as she remained on her knees. Her thighs spread. Her eyes wide. Her breath shaky. Celeste held her leash tighter, grounding her.

I try to make sense of it, but his unpredictability leaves me more uncertain than ever. Emcee: "What a thrilling conclusion to this spectacular auction. We’ve just witnessed the bidding of a lifetime! Remember, all proceeds will go directly toward advancing Orion's AI project—an initiative that promises to make mental healthcare more accessible and effective for all. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your generous contributions and your continued support we look forward to what we can achieve together moving forward." The music starts—a soft, romantic waltz that fills the air with a sense of elegance and grace. I glance at Leo, still sitting beside me. His expression is unreadable, but wh

"Twenty-two!" The numbers were flying now. Ayla felt the cage shake as the Auctioneer walked around it, tapping the bars with his golden cane. "Imagine this face at your dinner table," the Auctioneer teased the crowd. "Imagine the envy of your rivals. Twenty-five million, going once..." "Thirty million!" "Thirty-five!" The room was a frenzy. The heat was becoming unbearable. Ayla leaned her forehead against the bars, her eyes stinging behind the velvet. She wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of being sold like a dog, but her throat remained locked, a silent prison.