Sold To The Mafia Lord

pron still tied around her waist, her hands trembling as she clutched the phone to her ear. The sun had set hours ago, leaving the streets o

without an experimental treatment, which cost more than Elen

whispered into the phone, her v

Elena's best friend had always been her confidante, but now, even she seem

money... but, Elena, it's not w

, her breath catchin

ere's an auction," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not the normal kind. It's privat

phone. "What are you talking

ke that. You auction yourself off. Fo

brick wall of the alley, staring up at the sky as if some answer might be hidden

ed. "There's no

ch. Powerful. They don't play by the same rules. I heard about it from someone who knows a girl who di

jobs, and it still wasn't enough. The medical bills piled up every day. There were no other options. But

le when she finally spoke.

t. It's all very discreet. If you agree, you'll sign a contract. You get the m

he imagined her mother lying in that hospital bed, the life slowly slipping away from her. And then she imag

d. "I... I need t

softening further. "But don't take too

aying goodbye and stood in the alley, trying to gather her thoughts. She couldn't bre

Her mother was dying. What kind of daughter would she be if she didn't do everything i

rt walk to her tiny apartment, her mind was alrea

ng a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and made her look like she belonged in the world she was about to enter. Her dark hair

hind her, eyes scanning her appearance. "They'

't feel like herself. The woman in the mirror looked

, her voice trembling. "I d

choice. Just remember why you're doing it. Your mother needs you. After

to her makeup. The weight of the night ahead pressed down on her chest, ma

said, she didn'

outskirts of the city, surrounded by high walls and guarded gates. Men in tailored suits stood at the entran

elt at odds with the dark reality of what was about to happen. Elena clung to Clara's arm, her heart racing as they were led through the gr

, squeezing her hand. "S

darted around the room, taking in the faces of the men who w

ed them. He was tall, with silver hair and an ai

s voice smooth but cold. "Welcom

n was happening behind closed doors, out of sight of most of the guests. Clara gave

hind her. She could hear murmurs from the other side of the room, but she couldn't see anyone in the dark

ce announced from the shadow

. Then, the first bid came in.

euros," a man's voice e

number made her head spin. But before she could f

mil

she were nothing more than an object to be bought and sold. It felt surreal, l

silent. The final

the auctioneer said, h

ned, more than enough to save her mother. But the victory felt hollow as

n with the silver hair sai

e barely registered the luxurious surroundings as they walked down a long corridor, until

mahogany desk. A figure sat behind the desk, his back to the

e man said, before stepping back

Her throat was tight, and her legs felt like they might give out

ood, turning to face her. When his eyes locked

is chiseled jaw was set in an expression of cool detachment. But it was his eyes that held her captive-ice-blue, piercing,