OWNED BY THE VICIOUS MAFIA LORD: Sold to the highest bidder
Sold to the Highest Bidder
(Book 1 in the Sold series)
She begged him to save her.
Now, she belongs to a monster.
She should have died with them. That’s what the man who slaughtered her family whispered in her ear as he dragged her away from the blood-soaked floor of her childhood home. But instead of a quick death, he had other plans.
A girl as rare and beautiful as her was worth more alive than dead. And so, Evadne Sinclair was thrown into a cage, hidden beneath the filth of the underground, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.
When she was forced onto the auction stage, chains biting into her wrists, she knew begging was useless. The men before her were nothing but predators, circling their prey, hungry to devour. She had no savior. No way out.
Until him.
Dante Moretti. Cold. Untouchable. The Mafia’s deadliest king.
She didn’t know why she begged him—only that she did.
> "Than…thank you…" she shuddered, her body tangling as the chains rattled behind her while she walked alongside the mean-looking man she believed had just saved her from a worse fate.
He was cold. Mean. She didn’t know why she thought he was the best man to save her. She only found herself begging him to.
He raised his amber eyes to her, a slight smirk cutting across his face.
"What’s your name?"
If she was shaking before, now she was trembling violently at his sudden cold and authoritative voice.
"Evadne Sinclair."
"Good, Evadne. Don’t thank me."
His voice was like ice. Deadly. Final.
"Because two hours from now, you will regret ever begging me to buy you."
One thing Evadne had no idea of was, Morretti don't save, he owns.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5. PAY ME BACK?What?I stopped in my tracks, shock tightening around me like a vice. What does he mean by that? Why is he telling me not to thank him?This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had begged him, practically pleaded for him to buy me, thinking I could negotiate a refund afterward. And now, standing here, I found myself speechless, my lips slightly parted, unable to form the words swirling in my mind.The way he looked at me. So unreadable, so detached, sent an uneasy chill down my spine. I wanted to understand him, to grasp whatever he was thinking, but it felt like I was staring into a void."Because in two hours, you'll regret ever begging me to buy you."Two hours?A shudder ran through me. What could possibly happen in two hours?I wasn’t sure how long I stared at him, my thoughts a tangled mess, but nothing made sense. My mind refused to catch up."Get her to the car, Lissa."His sharp voice cut through my daze like a blade. I inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of the way my body tremb
Last Updated: 2025-04-02
Chapter: CHAPTER 4. DON'T THANK ME!My blood turned to ice, my breath hitching in my throat as the words echoed through the auction hall."Sold to Il Mietitore!"The name alone sent a violent tremor down my spine. Il Mietitore. The Reaper. The very man Cyril had talked about. The one they all dared. And I had begged him to buy me.I just sold myself to the devil. What the hell have I done?Panic clawed at my chest, but I forced myself to keep my head up. Breathe, Eva. Stay calm. But how could I, when the air around me had thickened with his presence? He stood in the center of the room, tall and imposing, commanding attention without even asking for it. His gaze swept over me effortlessly, as if stripping me bare with just a glance.A shudder rolled through me, unbidden. My breath hitched. The urge to look anywhere but at him eats me up. But I couldn't.“Come here.”The voice was quiet, yet it cut through my very body like a knife. Low, smooth, and laced with quiet authority. I flinched before I could stop myself.Slow
Last Updated: 2025-03-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 3. SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER! “Move Slut…”I was being pushed forward, fully facing the men waiting to have me as one of their possessions.Their gazes crawled over me like filthy hands, stripping me bare even though I was already exposed. Many were already staring down at me like I should have been kneeling at their feet, sucking their disgusting balls.A deep, gravelly voice from the front row cut through the room.“So Dimitri had this perfect toy but decided to let us waste money on lesser things before finally bringing her out, huh?”The speaker was an older man, likely in his fifties, his sagging skin barely visible beneath the thick haze of cigarette smoke curling from his lips. Two blondes, no older than I was—were kneeling between his legs, their fingers wrapped around his cock as they played with him like a pet. He barely spared them a glance.Toy. That’s all these bastards saw me as? A fucking toy?My blood turned to ice, and my pulse hammered against my ribs. I can’t be sold. I won’t let this happen.
Last Updated: 2025-03-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 2. II MIETITORE.“Number 15 was just sold now, Cyril. It’s her turn. The very last for tonight,” a man said, his sudden voice shattering the eerie silence.I flinched. The room had been deathly quiet for what felt like an eternity since I was dragged in here.Number 15? I wasn’t the only girl sold off. Were there sixteen of us? Were their parents also killed like mine?A wave of nausea rolled over me for the hundredth time. My wrists ached from the tight metal cuffs, my skin raw from hours of struggling. The cold, damp air clung to my exposed skin, making me shiver. I could hear the distant hum of voices outside, muffled yet eager. Almost sounding hungry.“It’s a good thing the boss decided to save the best for last. Those Lords out there will be so pissed off,” Cyril, I assumed, replied as she walked toward me.The faint scent of her perfume—something floral yet sharp—filled my nose as she leaned in.They had dressed me in something revealing. I couldn’t see it, but I felt the exposure, the way the a
Last Updated: 2025-03-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 1. TO THE AUCTION FLOOR!There are times in your life when everything feels too perfect to go wrong. Mine wasn’t like that. At the height of perfection, it all shattered.One moment, I was in my home, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the smell of fresh paint on my canvas. The next, I was drowning in the stench of death, mold, and something far more sinister.The world I knew was gone. Now, I existed in a nightmare.A sudden explosion of ice-cold water crashed against my body, wrenching me back to reality. I gasped, choking on the bitter, metallic taste that seeped into my mouth. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. It slid down my skin like a second layer of filth, making me shudder violently."Up, whore."The voice was sharp, dripping with cruel amusement. A heavy boot pressed against my ribs, nudging me like I was nothing more than a discarded rag. My body jerked, but my hands—bound in thick, rusted chains—held me in place.A sharp sting ran through my wrists where the metal bit into my skin. The scent of rotting flesh,
Last Updated: 2025-03-11
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