Betrayed. Sold. Kassandra Lewis was at the brink of despair, when the most feared and notorious brought her as his. One has to do what they can to survive... if that means making the mafia boss fall for her then so be it.
View MoreA shower is what I need before whatever comes next. The place is too much of an upgrade to pass up a moment of comfort plus I need to think. I push the bathroom door open and enter, the luxuriousness of it almost brings me to tears, I haven't seen a real bathroom in so long. Back at the pit, all the girls shared a communal shower under the perverted gaze of guards. Now standing here, the sleek countertop and the giant tub feels like a distant dream. The marble floors and soft lighting is almost too much to take in. I close the door behind me, the quiet sound of the lock clicks in place in the otherwise silent room. I stand for a moment and just take in the space. The shower looks like something straight out of a magazine that is wide, open and with floor-to-ceiling glass and a rainfall showerhead. This is the kind of privacy I've craved for the longest. I run my hands over the smooth stone of the sink. For a second I think about just getting on with it and go downstairs like he wan
I don't know how long I've been out but the first thing I notice when I wake up is the weight of the silence. No movement.No sound. The only thing I hear is the faint hum of what I can assume is a distant air conditioner. My body feels sluggish and heavy like I've been asleep for days but I'm not sure. I blink my eyes open slowly, feeling disoriented and out of sorts. The light is muted, soft in its descent from the ceiling above. I take a moment to adjust and focus on the space around me. The room is sparse and decorated in soft, neutral tones. It's nothing too fancy but the quality of the sparse furniture is unmistakable. It's rich and expensive. The bed beneath me is soft and smooth against my skin. It's a far cry from the cold and sterile environment I had expected. I try to stand up but my body protests. My limbs are stiff, my muscles are sore from being drugged and dragged around through God knows where. I try to take in my surroundings, but everything feels off. A table si
The man's hand on my chin steadies my head as he ensures that every set of hungry eyes in the room as a clear view of my face. I let my expression remain unreadable, even as their gazes crawls over my skin like filth. The first bid comes fast. "Fifty thousand." A voice from the left rings out. The slicked back hair man gleams like he has already won. The expression causes my stomach to turn. "Sixty," another counters.The numbers then begin to climb, being tossed around the room like poker chips at a high-end table. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. My price raises with each greed and with every call, the air grows thicker, more suffocating. I am nothing more than an investment to them. A possession. A thing to be bought and claimed. I swallow back the bile burning in my throat. The women seated in the room sip their expensive drinks, some feign disinterest, and others watch on with sharp and cruel eyes. They are just as complicit in this as the men, perhaps even more so. They know what
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This story is crafted from my imagination, I won't tolerate my work being translated into another language or being copied to another site. Anyone who violate my copyright claims will be severely punished.All characters and events found in this story are fictional, if related to person living or dead it's purely coincidental. No part of this work should be reproduced, transmitted or distributed in any form whatsoever, including photocopying, mechanical or electronic methods, recording and various types of other methods.Please BE nice to me AND to your fellow readers. If any racist, sexist or judgmental comments are made, it will be deleted or mute. I've work hard to write this story if you don't like it, you're free to read other books. Yes you have opinions, you're free to express them but bear in mind that rude ones will be deleted, block or mute.With all that been said please enjoy the story 🤗.PLEASE vote, comment, follow and share.This book is crafted from my own imagination...
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