His Billion Dollar Bride

When Olivia Miller opened her eyes, she was completely confused; darkness surrounded her with not a single ray of light.

She could hear but couldn't make any sound; her body was completely immobile.

Was she dreaming? Why did it feel so real?

"Distinguished guests, this is the last auction item of the night, a beautiful creature from the Eastern Kingdom," the auctioneer announced loudly, forcibly pulling away the black cloth that covered the cage.

In an instant, all the lights on the stage went out, leaving only a large spotlight in the center that directly illuminated the cage.

The flickering light triggered the shouts of the men, and the atmosphere in the room reached a peak in an instant.

Before the auctioneer could start the bidding, the bell rang continuously from below, and some even shouted loudly, "Five hundred thousand..."

"One million..."

On the large screen on the left, the bids were constantly updated. The auctioneer's eyes could hardly follow them, and his voice became more breathless as he called, "Five million! Bidder number 15 bids five million..."

Olivia Miller was shocked. Has she become an auction item?

Because of the lighting, she couldn't see anyone except the auctioneer, who wore a feathered mask.

But she could imagine the predatory gazes of many disgusting men. She wanted to curl into a ball but found herself unable to move. A mix of shame and fear overwhelmed her, and eventually, tears streamed down Olivia Miller's face.

Who would save her...

"Bidder number 3 bids ten million... ten million..." the auctioneer shouted, the unexpected high bid surpassing all assumptions that five million was the limit.

As soon as those words left his mouth, the large screen flipped again, and the auctioneer's voice almost cracked, "Fifty million, bidder number 15 bids fifty million..."

With that shout, a roar came from the crowd.

Five million was already an extremely high price to pay for someone, but fifty million... that was unimaginable.

As the auctioneer was about to strike the gavel, the screen flashed with another high bid, his eyes almost bulging as his voice trembled, "One hundred million... Bidder number 3 bids one hundred million..."

Suddenly, there was no whisper to be heard; the room fell completely silent.

Everyone was shocked; no one had ever seen a woman sold for such a staggering amount.

In VIP Box number 15, Davis Dan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the girl in the cage with a smile on his lips. What a beauty, just watching her made his blood boil.

His assistant whispered beside him, "It's been discovered-that's Mr. James Henderson who bid as number 3."

"James Henderson ?" Davis Dan looked a little surprised, then quickly smiled and said, "It's natural he would be interested. Let's leave it to him."

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced over at Box number 3 across from them. Sometimes knowing each other for too long made similar tastes a nuisance.

As the final gavel fell, the black cloth once again covered the cage, leaving Olivia Miller submerged in darkness. As the cage was loaded onto the cart and she was pushed away, she wondered where she would be taken and what awaited her next.

When the black cloth was lifted again, the dazzling light made Olivia Miller feel a little disoriented. In the luxurious reception room, servants, assistants, and guards stood crowded together.

The first thing Olivia Miller saw was a man sitting on the sofa, in his twenties, handsome and perfect, exuding an ancient nobility, without a trace of darkness within him.

His black eyes seemed to watch her as well, without warmth, without emotion, just observing.

Olivia Miller involuntarily shivered. Was this the man who bought her?

Those cold eyes seemed devoid of warmth.

What would he do to her?

"Distinguished guest, here is your item," the auctioneer said respectfully.

Inspecting the item was a tradition at "The Night Color" auction; an assistant named William Taylor immediately wrote a check and handed it over. His hand trembled slightly as he signed so many zeros-one hundred million.

After receiving the check, the auctioneer confirmed it and smiled, "Moreover, we have some small delights to enhance your experience, which we hope you will enjoy."

At a gesture, two servants stepped forward with trays.

Olivia Miller's face changed color with just one glance-what were these for? To be used on her?

The trays were placed on the table, and the auctioneer, along with the servants, left, followed by everyone else. The vast room immediately became empty, making Olivia Miller feel cold to the bone. Her body instinctively curled up, and then she realized she could move again and speak.

Desperately, Olivia Miller said, "Sir, please listen to me-I don't know how I ended up here. The money you paid... I will return it to you. Please, send me home."

Her plea sounded naive, but it was all she could think to say.

A smile touched the corner of James Henderson 's lips, adding a little warmth to his graceful face. He stood and approached the cage. Olivia Miller couldn't help but stare at him, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"I like your voice," James Henderson suddenly commented.

"Ah..."

Olivia Miller cried out in pain as James Henderson released her from the cage.

Unsteady, Olivia Miller could hardly breathe because of the tension around her neck.

But James Henderson did not loosen the pink ribbon around Olivia Miller's neck; her body trembled slightly, fear overcoming her shame.

Her sorrowful, tear-filled eyes begged for mercy from James Henderson , whose gaze remained cold, without desire.

"I didn't come here willingly; I don't know what happened, why I'm here," Olivia Miller stammered, tears quickly following.

James Henderson ignored her, his right hand still holding the pink ribbon, not with much force, just bringing them closer. His left hand pointed at Olivia Miller's red lips, satisfied.