THE BIDDING OF Love

a golden glow over the sea of silk gowns and designer suits. Conversations hummed, glasses clinked, and beneath it all, the undercurrent of power pulsed-silent but undeniab

ored black suit, his posture relaxed but calculated. Everyone knew his name. He didn't just own businesses-he controlled them. Ruthless in negotiations, merciless with his enemies. If a company caught his interest, it either became his or it ceased to exist. But why was he looking at her? Before she could look away, the auctioneer's voice rang out, commanding the room's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, the next item up for bidding-an exclusive private evening with Mr. Aidan Sinclair himself." A hush fell over the crowd, followed by murmurs of intrigue. Leila blinked, unsure if she had misheard. Aidan Sinclair didn't play social games. He didn't offer himself up like some prize to be won. And yet, here he was, standing at the center of attention, his expression unreadable. "Shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars?" the auctioneer prompted. Glances were exchanged. Hesitation. This wasn't just about money-it was about power. About earning a moment in Aidan's world. Someone finally raised a paddle. "One hundred thousand." A second later,