Auctioned for revenge

it came to women. His empire the Moreau Group is a fortress, unyielding, ruth

st stirrings of uncertainty creeping in. The same uncertainty that gnawed at him for the

ing in the shadows, watching the strange proceedings unfold before him, he couldn't shak

stepped forward. His voice rang out, smooth and practiced, but wit

ioneer announced.

been told about the auction of rare bloodlines, a high-risk, high-reward game pl

was be

guards entered, carrying a small boy be

t could

and as his bright blue eyes scanned the room,

ooks like hi

rotected affair was with Seraphina Carter, it had been a heated goodbye full of

bled, but there was something in his eyes a certain quiet strength that made Dant

a billionaire-whose identity will remain a secret for now but

had to get the boy. He couldn't lose him but the cost of winning t

gavel raised, a voic

hadows. Dante didn't need to look. He knew who it was. Brent Caldwell

repeated, his voice dripping

d as he saw Victor Radcliffe step into the spotligh

nched his jaw. The stakes were rising too quickl

f the crowd. "20 million," he declared, his words echoing in the tense silen

ened in surprise. "20 mil

est. The child, his son, was his. No one else could touch him. No one else

didn't look at him, not yet, but Dante could see the deep fear in his eyes. It was the kind of f

large frame casting a shadow over the child. His son looke

his voice low, laced

hurt you again." But the child didn't speak. He just stared at Dante, a haunting sadness in his eyes, as thou

ad seen it before. It was a gift from him Serap

ut the words that came o

ma.

blood

t wasn't just the pendant. It was the single word that fell from the child's l

d Dante's heart clenched, the old woun

in the face of this truth. This child was his, yes, but Seraphina was stil

as alive, he had to find her. He has to make sure he finds her ali

to touch the boy's small, trembling fingers and then, with

se..