Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend

"50 million dollars"The words hang in the air and Angelica Smith was auctioned to Damien Victor.Kidnapped and sold, the first shock came to her when she learned that her bidder was none other than her brother's best friend.Little did she know that it was only the first of many dark secrets that were yet to be revealed because he was no longer the same man whom she used to admire in her teenage years.The one who can never see a scratch on her skin wanted to leave such deep marks that she remembers her whole life and she wasn't even sure why he was taking revenge on her.What would happen when she learned about his hidden intentions?Will she ever be able to come out of his cage or will she remain his plaything?✿✿✿✿✿✿✿'No one can hurt, touch, see, or feel you except me. You are mine, Tesoro. I will break you until you don't accept it' ~ Damien Victor 'You can have my body, not my soul. I will never submit to you, even if you kill me' ~ Angelica Smith ××××××××Features highly mature content 🔞

1. His plaything

"Strip"

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I was dreading. I was waiting for my hands to get free from the handcuffs and finally, when they were free the voice paralyzed me to my place because it sounded too familiar.

Every fiber of my being was urging me to escape from this nightmare but I found myself bound to my place with invisible ropes.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The voice pierced through the air as he again spoke in his thick and authoritative voice which flinched me at my place, breaking the chain of my thoughts.

Slowly my shaky hands and fumbling fingers moved up to loosen the blindfold. As the fabric slipped away, my eyes widened in horror, my jaw dropped and my breath hitched in my throat looking at the man standing in front of me whom I was least expecting to be a part of this dreadful and sinful scenario.

Suddenly the room felt smaller as he looked tall and scary like a dark shadow looming over me.

"Strip!" He ordered again, his voice tinged with impatience and I could feel a fresh wave of fear coursing through my veins.

My mind was still trying to grapple with the reality of the situation and what has transpired with me within a single, harrowing day.

Three months ago, my brother was murdered by a mafia gang which left me and my family completely devastated. The reason for his murder and the murderer is unknown. Even the police were not ready to help us in the matter and they dismissed us by calling it an accident. As a lawyer, I decided to collect the pieces of evidence against all the running Mafia gangs and file a case against them in court.

Everything was going fine and today I was about to win