CHAPTER-4

Isabel flinched at his touch. "Don't touch me," she said as she took a step away from him. The guard chuckled at her, "You don't have to pretend in front of me. Act innocent on the stage, it might give you extra money."

Isabel's brows frowned. "Excuse me?" She didn't understand the meaning behind his words. "What are you talking about?"

The man rolled his eyes and nodded in appreciation. "I like it, but it's a waste of effort. I can't bid, it's against the rules my Boss set for us."

Isabel's lips parted in confusion. Bid? Stage? What was this man talking about? She opened her mouth to ask him but just then a woman came there. "Is she the missing girl?" She asked and the guard nodded in answer. "She is yours now."

She looked at Isabel and gave her a pinched look. "I don't have time to doll you up. The bid is about to start in a few minutes. The boss would shoot me if there was a delay."

"She is good at acting innocent. I wish I could bid on her, June," the guard said and June chuckled at that.

Isabel's heart started beating hard against her ribcage suddenly. Fear crippled her to the floor, "What are you both talking about? I came to meet Patrick, please call him here." Isabel said, trying hard to control her anxiety. Her hands shivered as she reckoned what kind of bid they were talking about.

The woman gave her a look. "Patrick is on the stage. Come and meet him there," the woman said, grabbing Isabel's hand and taking her towards the stage. "Leave me. I am not going anywhere with you. I don't want to meet Patrick. Let me go!" Isabel almost yelled while trying to snatch her hand from June.

June stopped moving and grabbed Isabel's jaws with one hand while pointing a gun at her with another. Isabel's eyes widened in fear seeing the barrel of gun at her head and she went numb.

“You should have thought about it before signing yourself with Patrick. Don't act all innocent now, save it for the stage. Come on, I don't have time for your tantrums," but then suddenly she sharpened her eyes and tightened her hold on her jaws. "You are a virgin?” She demanded sharply.

Isabel's eyes welled with tears at the question. Emotions blocked her throat as she remained frozen in June's grip. Yes, she was a virgin. She had saved herself for her husband. The man she was going to marry for love and have a beautiful family with. But now, she didn't know if she would live that dream or not. She was cursing herself for not listening to her subconscious mind which had been warning her to not come here. The cold barrel of the gun scared her to the core.

“Tell me!” June pressed the barrel into her temple. Isabel squeezed her tear-filled eyes and nodded. She was shit scared for her fate now.

“Perfect!” June nodded at the guard who smirked. Isabel whimpered in terror. And out of nowhere, the words Viso D'Angelo spoke last night replayed her mind. ‘That you caught the eyes of a devil. Evil eye, do you believe in it?’

At this moment, Isabel truly believed that she had caught the evil eyes because her life turned upside down in just one night.

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Titus nodded at the guard of the club as he finished his conversation regarding the girl his Capo sent him for. He was intrigued when she went to the police station a few hours ago. He thought she went there to file a complaint about the incident on the beach. But she was there to know about some closed-off case. Titus didn't waste time and followed her further. He was stunned to see her coming to this club. He was even more stunned to know that she was meeting Patrick Danes there. The man runs a high-end modelling agency around the world but in reality he was the biggest supplier of beautiful girls for the bored Billionaires in Europe.

For a moment, Titus thought about going inside and bringing the girl with him as he knew Capo wanted to own her. But he stopped as the club and this territory belonged to Evan Conan Hemsworth.

And Titus was not a fool to break into his club without informing his Capo about it. There was an unwritten treaty between his Capo and Evan. He was not going to break it.

So he did the next best thing. He called His Capo, Viso D'Angelo. The Bonkers and told him the whole situation.

Viso twitched his lips at the ugly yellow colour lingerie set in front of him. This hideous colour would not suit his girl. White. That's her colour. She was the angel of innocence and He was the dirty devil.

The Devil who was going to rip her innocence from her slowly, delicately. He was going to use her beautiful soft body for his pleasure but He would give her pleasure too. He wouldn't be stingy in that manner. He was going to give her so much pleasure that she would be ruined for others. Viso D'angelo was going to corrupt the angel of innocence.

But his delicious thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. His face broke into a sinister smile seeing Titus' name flashing on the screen. "Grace me with the good news Titus," He said with a pleasing sigh.

But instead of good news Titus told him something scandalous. His innocent angel went to Hell's fire to sell herself.

‘What the fuck!’ Viso frowned, did He assess her wrong? Was she really innocent?

"Do you want me to bring her to you by breaking into the club, Capo?” Titus' voice brought him back from his thoughts.

Viso eyed the white panties, He thought to buy for Isabel. He let out a deep, needy breath as He tilted his head to the left and smirked devilishly. Viso craved Isabel, The girl with cherry lips and a kind heart. He craved his Innocent Angel. He closed his eyes and once again let out a deep breath as He answered in a single word.

"No."

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"If you don't stop with this waterwork in your eyes, I swear I am going to put you in the next bid with sadistics on Queue! Or better, the Boss will use you for his own pleasure. And trust me little birdie, these kinky billionaires are like pieces of cake in front of our Boss. He will maul you like an insect and throw you for his loyal guards before selling you!" June snapped at Isabel who flinched at her tone and gasped loudly in fear.

"Please don't do this to me, I am not here for this. I came to meet Patrick to know about my father. Not this," Isabel cried as she tried to make the woman in front of her understand that she was not something they thought she was.

"I have a child crying at home too, I need to feed him. That's my version of a sob story. I care about your sob story as much as you care about mine. So shut up and get ready. It's your turn next."

Isabel’s blood turned cold, hearing June's words. She gasped loudly, and anxiously when she was suddenly pushed on the stage and the flashlight settled on Her. Isabel eyed everyone with scared eyes, the man at the auction table was giving a filthy description about her. While the men sitting on the king-sized chairs didn't look like street punks. No, they were wealthy men of high society.

Isabel could say it by looking at their expensive Thousands of dollars of suits. She had heard the tales of the dirty lifestyle of filthy rich men many times from her friend's mouth but never faced a situation like hers.

But today, Isabel was facing worse than her friend. She was being auctioned to the rich men with filthy lifestyles. Isabel clutched her long dress tightly as she was shivering and crying badly in anxiety. She was begging God to help her. She begged that someone from these men grow a conscience and instead of enjoying her pain and fear, help her.

But her heart sank deeper into the pitch when she heard the auctioneer's words. "Gentleman, this beautiful girl standing in front of you wearing a white maiden dress could be yours for the next six months. A lucky one among you all is going to pop her cherry after buying her. Yes, gentlemen, this beauty is a virgin. And she could be yours if you have deep pockets for her. Because her bidding starts from a million Euros."

Isabel held a sob while her eyes searched around the room. She begged people there to help her but no one did. Instead, they bid for her. "Three Millions," someone shouted from the audience and Isabel's heart picked its speed. She bit her lower lip tightly to stop herself from getting into a crying fit. June's words about the sadistic men flashed in her mind and she forced herself to stand there and suffer the horrible event that was taking place in her life. She was trying to think of a way to escape from there.

"Five million!" Someone else shouted from the far corner and Isabel wanted to scream in distress.

"Ten Million!" Another one shouted and Isabel closed her eyes tightly. She didn't have the strength to endure this pain and humiliation.

"Twenty-five Million!" A dark voice sounded through the auction room followed by a thick silence. A man stepped forward from under the shadows and stood straight.

Tears leaked from Isabel's eyes as she heard the auctioneer tapping the hammer against the wooden board. "Anyone else for this virgin beauty? Twenty-five million, one."

No bidding!

"Twenty-five million two." Again silence.

“Twenty-five million, three and the beauty is sold to table number twenty-five. None other than the most eligible billionaire in the country, Viso D'angelo!"

The auctioneer announced Isabel's stilled for a second. Is it a coincidence? Her eyes widened open hearing the name of her buyer. She looked up and stared directly into the eyes of the man she never thought of meeting again. There He stood with unpredictable expressions on his face. But then He nodded at her slightly.

The sob she was trying to control left her throat seeing a familiar face in that horrid place. Instant relief filled her body and without thinking, she ran off the stage. loud murmurs went through the whole place. June and the Auctioneer jogged to stop her from running but Isabel was faster. She ran to Viso and threw her arms around him while sobbing. She never thought she would be glad seeing the man whose gaze disturbed her peace of mind since last night.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for coming…"

Dark desire ran through his body when his Innocent Angel hugged him. Closely, Tightly. Viso's lips broke into a twisted smirk for having his favourite fruit in his arms. His Cherry-lipped girl.

He suddenly recalled the line of the story He heard in school once. Beauty caught the eyes of the Beast.

At this moment, The Beauty was hugging the beast tightly unaware of the fact that he was going to cage her in his palace forever.