I'm the Young Master's New Pet

I'm the Young Master's New Pet

C. Alexandria

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After her father's gambling debts put a target on her back, Elara Vance is sold at a private auction to the most feared man in the city: Julian Blackwood, the ruthless heir to a dark empire. But Julian doesn't want a maid or a lover-he wants a "pet." Stripped of her autonomy and forced into a gilded cage, Elara must survive Julian's cruel games and shifting moods. As a dark attraction ignites, she realizes she is a piece in a much deadlier game of revenge. To survive, she must play the pet-while secretly planning to bring the Young Master to his knees.

Chapter 1 THE GILDED GAVEL

The air in the Underground Cathedral smelled of damp earth, expensive cologne, and the metallic tang of fear. It was a place where morality came to die, a literal basement of the elite where human lives were traded like vintage wine.

Elara Vance stood on the raised mahogany platform, the harsh spotlight blinding her, making the sweat on her neck feel like ice. Her wrists were bound by a silk cord-red, for the "virgin" category. It was a cruel irony. She wasn't a virgin to the world's cruelty, only to this specific brand of hell.

"Lot 402," the auctioneer's voice boomed, smooth as velvet and sharp as a razor. "The daughter of a fallen house. High pedigree, untouched, and utterly desperate. Do I hear five million?"

Elara stared into the void of the audience. She couldn't see their faces, only the glint of their diamond watches and the glowing tips of their cigars. She was a ghost being sold to monsters. Her father's gambling debts had finally come due, and since he had no more gold, he had offered her skin.

"Six million," a voice drawled from the left.

"Seven," barked another from the back.

The bidding climbed with a sickening rhythm. Each number was a year of her life she would never get back. She felt her knees tremble, her breath hitching in her chest. Someone, please, let it be quick, she prayed. Let it be someone who just wants a maid.

But she knew better. In this room, men didn't buy maids. They bought "pets."

"Ten million," the auctioneer shouted, his excitement mounting. "Going once, going twice-"

"Fifty million."

The room went deathly silent. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. The voice didn't come from a bidder in the front row. It came from the darkness of the VIP balcony, a deep, resonant baritone that vibrated in Elara's very marrow. It wasn't an opening bid; it was an execution.

The auctioneer cleared his throat, his bravado momentarily failing. "Fifty... fifty million from the Blackwood suite. Going once... twice... Sold."

The gavel slammed down like a guillotine.

Elara was led off the stage by two silent men in black suits. They didn't speak to her. They didn't even look at her. She was cargo. They moved her through a labyrinth of cold stone hallways until they reached a heavy, reinforced steel door.

"Wait here," one of them commanded.

She was left alone in a small, dim room. The only furniture was a single velvet chair. Elara didn't sit. She stood in the center of the room, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Minutes bled into an eternity. Every sound-the hum of the air conditioning, the distant thud of a door-made her flinch.

Then, the door opened.

A man walked in, and the small room suddenly felt microscopic. He was tall, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than her father's house. His hair was black as a raven's wing, and his features were carved from cold marble. But it was his eyes that froze her-steel gray, intelligent, and utterly devoid of warmth.

Julian Blackwood. The "Young Master" of the Blackwood empire. The man the city whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. They called him the Ice King, a man who had dismantled his own rivals before he was twenty-five.

He didn't speak at first. He simply walked around her, his footsteps silent on the rug. He was a predator circling a wounded deer. He stopped behind her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. The scent of sandalwood and expensive bourbon clouded her senses.

"Fifty million is a lot of money for a girl whose father is a coward," he said, his voice a low vibration near her ear.

Elara found her voice, though it was thin and brittle. "I didn't ask you to spend it."

Julian moved in front of her, his hand reaching out. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at him. His grip wasn't painful, but it was absolute.

"You don't understand your position yet, Elara," he murmured. His eyes traveled over her face, lingering on her lips. "In the world outside, you are a Vance. In this house, you are a possession. You have no name, no rights, and no will but mine."

"I am not a slave," she hissed, her eyes flashing with a spark of the fire he hadn't yet extinguished.

A small, dark smile touched Julian's lips-a predatory expression that sent a shiver of pure terror down her spine.

"A slave is for labor," he corrected softly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her cold skin. "A pet is for pleasure. For discipline. For whatever whim I decide to indulge when the world bores me."

He released her chin and stepped back, looking at her with a terrifyingly clinical gaze.

"You will learn the rules soon enough. But for now, remember the price I paid." He took a step toward the door, then paused, looking back over his shoulder. The light caught the sharp angle of his jaw.

"Don't try to run, Elara. The gates are high, the dogs are hungry, and I have spent far too much on you to let you go so easily."

He turned to leave, but Elara took a desperate step forward. "Why me? There were dozens of girls there. Why did you pay fifty million for me?"

Julian stopped. He didn't turn around, but his shoulders went rigid. For a second, the cold professionalism of his aura flickered, revealing something darker, something ancient.

"You think this is the first time we've met, don't you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Elara frowned, her mind racing. "I... I don't know what you mean."

Julian turned his head just enough for her to see the icy glint of his eye.

"You belong to me now, Elara. And I never forget what belongs to me."

He walked out, and the door locked with a heavy, electronic click. Elara rushed to the door, pulling at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. She was trapped. She looked around the room, desperate for a way out, when her eyes caught a small, black velvet box sitting on the table that hadn't been there before.

With trembling hands, she opened it.

Inside was a delicate, silver collar. It was beautiful, encrusted with small, brilliant diamonds. But as she lifted it, she saw the engraving on the inside of the band.

Property of J.B.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered and died, plunging her into total darkness. In the silence, she heard the faint sound of a speaker activating in the corner of the ceiling.

"Lesson one," Julian's voice echoed through the dark, sounding closer than it should. "In the dark, you have nothing but my voice to guide you. Put it on, Elara. Put on your collar, or I'll come back in there and put it on you myself. And I promise, I won't be gentle."

Elara clutched the silver band to her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked toward the door, then at the box. She could hear footsteps approaching outside-slow, heavy, and deliberate.

The handle began to turn.

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I'm the Young Master's New Pet
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Chapter 1 THE GILDED GAVEL

01/01/2026

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Chapter 2 THE BLACKWOOD ESTATE

01/01/2026

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Chapter 3 THE FIRST LESSON

01/01/2026

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Chapter 4 A COLD BED

01/01/2026

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Chapter 5 Sensory Deprivation

01/01/2026

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Chapter 6 THE PUBLIC DISPLAY

01/01/2026

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Chapter 7 BLOOD AND WINE

02/01/2026

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Chapter 8 THE GILDED CAGE

02/01/2026

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Chapter 9 A SECRET ALLIANCE

02/01/2026

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Chapter 10 THE INFILTRATION

03/01/2026

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Chapter 11 THE ESCAPE

03/01/2026

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Chapter 12 THE RECKONING

03/01/2026

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Chapter 13 THE AFTERMATH

03/01/2026

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Chapter 14 THE RETURN OF THE GHOST

06/01/2026

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Chapter 15 THE ANCESTRAL MEMORY

06/01/2026

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Chapter 16 THE FINAL PATH

06/01/2026

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Chapter 17 THE GILDED LOOP

10/01/2026

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Chapter 18 THE RECONSTRUCTION

10/01/2026

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Chapter 19 THE AWAKENING

10/01/2026

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Chapter 20 THE MIRROR WAR

10/01/2026

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Chapter 21 The Silk Fortress

20/01/2026

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Chapter 22 The Gilded Hunt

20/01/2026

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Chapter 23 The Venetian Masquerade

20/01/2026

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Chapter 24 The Paris Protocol

20/01/2026

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Chapter 25 The Singapore Sting

21/01/2026

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Chapter 26 The Quantum Collapse

21/01/2026

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Chapter 27 The New Empire

21/01/2026

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Chapter 28 The Bloodline

21/01/2026

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Chapter 29 The Origin Protocol

21/01/2026

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Chapter 30 The Siege Of The Cradle

21/01/2026

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Chapter 31 The Nine Month Shadow

21/01/2026

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Chapter 32 THE GLASS CATHEDRAL

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Chapter 33 The Obsidian Cradle

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Chapter 34 THE IRON GARDEN

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Chapter 35 THE PHOENIX PROTOCOL

21/01/2026

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Chapter 36 THE SHADOW MARKET

21/01/2026