Lahat ng Kabanata ng Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 4

I blinked. Once. Twice.How? One moment, I was standing in that VIP room, glaring daggers at Raphael while clutching that marriage contract. The next, I was sitting in a ridiculously lavish living room, staring at a crystal chandelier so massive it could double as a death trap if it ever fell."Is this how kidnappings work nowadays?" I muttered, still wearing my rabbit mask and lace lingerie like some misguided vigilante.I sat there, frozen, trying to process how I’d gone from the auction stage to 'his mansion' in what felt like the blink of an eye. Did they drug me? No. There wasn’t time. So how? "Am I... dreaming?" I muttered aloud, gripping the couch’s armrest for stability. It wasn’t comforting. Too soft. Too real.The absurdity of the situation hit me. Hard. My jaw dropped as my gaze flitted around the room—plush velvet couches, gold-accented everything, and a fireplace big enough to roast an entire cow. Meanwhile, a small army of servants scurried about, setting things in ord

The air was heavy as I walked up the cobblestone driveway to my childhood home—a house that once symbolized warmth, love, and laughter. Now, it stood as a hollow reminder of my father’s failings and my mother’s absence.The paint was peeling, the lawn overgrown, and the windows resembled dull eyes staring out at nothing. My grip tightened around the leather strap of my bag, the weight of its contents grounding me.As I approached the door, memories flooded back: Mom tending to her garden, her laugh spilling out like sunlight; Dad before he became a shadow of himself, playing catch with me in the yard. Those moments felt like a lifetime ago.I hesitated at the door, my hand hovering over the rusted bell. Memories flooded back. I remembered my father's icy sneer. My stepmother’s shrill, annoying voice. My mother’s quiet cries in the dead of night as she begged for another chance to prove herself. It all came rushing back like a slap to the face. Shaking off the nostalgia, I rang the bel