Owned by the Billionaire's Secret

our father's treatment due to the lack of f

ore distant just like how my fa

I realized I had still left my

ing on it, please. I

father's illness doesn't negotiate with persons. Ti

lept. Morning came with a beautiful smile of the sun gleaming through my ro

I make my way down to my small living room space and grabbed a coffee after which I went

before heading inside. My back against my door incase it was something...I don't k

s an invitation to an exclusive auction. I was dumbfounded and puzzled. That mailman must have gotten the wr

head around it all, a knock on my door brought me back from my tho

the floor beside him and a notepad and p

ut I didn't order

his weird mustache which I amusingly found attractive in a way.

back the delivery truck when he turne

justs his cap and closes the distanc

up the invitation again and the time I had surprisingly

what to wear to look presentable. In Queens, no matter how mu

de, I thought to myself. I ran down the stairs, again to discove

the midst of the wealthiest and most prominent people in all of Queens. I still couldn't tell w

llroom shimmered with golden light, the chandeliers cas

he room in their designer gowns and tailored suits. Laughter and polite conversat

some people's monthly salaries. My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass as I glanced a

tonight, I wasn't just another guest. I was here for a purpose-one that had nothing to do with charity and ever

were appraising, others calculating, and some-too many-were filled with something darker, something possess

y. I wasn't just a number to be called out like an object

voice rang out, s

eauty, striking intelligence, and a presence un

the words, my fingers

e biddin

ndred th

en-f

mil

ssed out as casually as one might order a bottle of champagne. Th

en I s

n Gra

of absolute control, as if the chaos around him didn't touch him in the slight

fear, but something else. Someth

er name ent

confused but was approached by another

ain influential individual who we would all know but decided his name shouldn't be ment

his behalf. Whoever he was, he was relentless. Every time D

mill

e mi

o

ve

g my fate to this man, a vo

e

e room was razor-sharp, a battle being waged in silence. He clearly was

ing in his posture shifted. Subtle, but there. He w

nd shakes him as they exchanged words for a minute before he turned to my side and began walking down to me. I could h

me, hands in his dark pants as

f resources trying to get me. Others wer

onfused like he was mocki

bell

I hesitate before signing the contract.

. I am now trapped in a year-long

mehow,

He wanted me to