All Chapters of Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My breath caught in my throat as I saw my mother's name flashing on his phone's screen.Confusion swirled within me as my mind raced to think about the possibility of my mother calling him."Please, pick it up." I requested when he was about to put it back in his pocket "It could be urgent."The solace that I got by coming to this garden was long gone. I was worried and scared for the health of my parents. They are alone and this monster doesn't let me even talk to them and then he expects me to accept him.My heart pounded in my chest as my breath quickened. Giving it some thought, he decided to pick up the phone."Please put it on the speaker."I wanted to hear what my mother had to say so that he wouldn't manipulate the story. I know he was not in a mood to do as I said but still, he picked up the phone and put it on the speaker."Hello, Damien,"My mother's voice trembled through the speaker, and my heart clenched even tighter. Her tone was filled with concern and worry, evident e

It was almost unbelievable when Damien permitted me to stay with my parents. I better know to cross my lines and mess up with him because I was well aware of where all this would lead. I was sure that this time it would not be me whom he would hurt; instead, he would go for my parents.The doctor discharged my father and I got the privilege to stay with them for a whole week and to my surprise, Damien didn't bother me these days.Though I was worried about my father's health, these days I felt like I was living a life because I did not have to worry about Damien all the time.I took care of my parents as much as I could and my mother fed me so much that I haven't eaten since I was with Damien. Simply being surrounded by my family felt like a lifeline.Now I am sitting in the car, which was sent by my captor to take me back to my golden prison. I told my parents that I had to look after some important cases; that's why I would have to leave. It was really hard for me to say goodbye to m

Warning: 18+ contentConsequences!Consequences!Consequences!I am actually tired of this word. I know he has kept my parents at gunpoint and when he has already reminded me that I cannot go against him, then what is the need to bring consequences into every conversation?"You heard me, didn't you?" He insisted, his voice demanding. I knew he was losing his patience.But I didn't move from my place. I don't want to kiss him willingly!"See, don't make me repeat things. I don't like to repeat myself." I could hear the frustration in his voice. "And don't behave as if you don't want it. I know in my college days you wanted me as much as I wanted you;"I could feel my ear turning red. He knew the truth, yet he had always chosen to act naive and oblivious."Not anymore!" I retaliated, "You have changed completely. You said that you were not the one that I used to admire from afar. The person I liked was a human with a kind heart but you have become a beast," I stated bluntly, not fearing

"I don't think I will be able to go to the office today," he declared.It was a small cut on his sole, yet he was making such a fuss about it. What's the use of such an athletic body if he can't bear small cuts and wounds?"By the time I change my clothes, go and prepare breakfast for me," he orderedYeah!At least it would give me some privacy from his constant gaze and I would be able to breathe properly. "Wait!" He said as I turned around, "Give me a t-shirt before leaving and once the breakfast is ready, come back to take me out.""I will bring the food here," I told him."Just do as I am saying," he said rudely. "Now hand me the t-shirt."I made faces as I turned around to grab one t-shirt."Don't make faces. I can see you," he said from behind.Suppressing a sigh of frustration, I went to his closet and picked up a random t-shirt. As much as I wanted to throw the t-shirt on his face just the way he did on my first day, I controlled myself and handed him the t-shirt gently befor

"Philip!"I had to blink multiple times to make sure that I was actually seeing my brother after 4 months.Everything and every piece of evidence makes me believe that he is no more but deep down, a tiny spark of belief flickered—maybe, just maybe, he was still alive. My mother also thought that he was with us and that he was in very deep trouble, which I could clearly see in his situation.He has become so thin that there is only skin and bone in him. It seems like he is barely had any meals in weeks. I can't even recognize that he is the same man who used to have such a beastly body that he made by spending hours in the gym. His beard was wild and thick, almost masking his face, and his eyes... his eyes were empty like all the life had been sucked out of them.Every inch of him seemed to radiate helplessness, and the desperation in his eyes was heartbreaking. It was as if he was begging for something, anything – maybe even death – but the cruel figures around him showed no mercy.My