My Boyfriend Sold Me on Valentine’s Night

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend invited me onto a cruise ship heading for the open sea.

“Quinn, just endure it. The Godfather loves blonde, blue-eyed beauties like you.

“Once you please him, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean!"

At the auction, I was locked inside a golden cage. The starting bid was $3 million.

Just as despair drove me to bite my tongue, the bulletproof glass of the most mysterious private box on the second floor exploded outward.

The mafia godfather stepped through the shattered glass. Shards crunched beneath his feet, and smoke curled from the muzzle of his gun.

He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from five years ago.

Back then, he was a bodyguard I had once slapped in public and kicked to the curb like an abandoned dog.

His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my chin, smiling with an icy menace.

"Sophia, you're not getting away this time."

I had a splitting headache.

I struggled to force my heavy eyelids open. My vision was blurred, and the ceiling was spinning slowly above me.

The last clear memory I had was of my boyfriend of three years, Calvin Kennedy, kneeling on one knee in a room carpeted with rose petals. He was holding out a ring.

I had drank the glass of red wine he handed me.

My body soon felt unbearably heavy.

I felt a scorching hand moving over my waist. The way he moved was hurried, harsh, and unrestrained.

"Calvin…"

I called out weakly. My voice was hoarse as though I had swallowed sand.

The man on top of me ignored me completely, burying his face in the hollow of my neck, biting and gnawing wildly. His breath was harsh and frantic.

"Quinn, you're mine…"

I felt uncomfortable.

The Calvin I knew was gentle and refined. Even when we were intimate, he was always restrained and careful with me.

He was never like this.

"Stop… I don't feel well."

I frowned, trying to push at his shoulder.

Calvin seemed not to hear me.

My nightdress was torn apart with a sharp rip.

"Calvin! I told you to stop!"

I used all my strength to shove him away, only to realize in horror that my arms were so weak I could barely lift them.

It was the wine!

Panic swallowed me whole.

"Calvin, what did you give me to drink?"

The man finally lifted his head.

His once gentle, harmless face was now twisted with raw desire.

"Quinn, don't move. You're getting sold anyway, so you might as well let me enjoy you one last time."

Sold?

My mind went blank. I thought I had misheard.

Calvin clamped down on my wrists. His hands were usually only used for typing code, but now, they were roaming all over my body, rough and desperate, trying to force my legs apart.

Humiliation drowned me.

I opened my mouth to bite him, but even my teeth were chattering.

"Go away! Don't touch me!"

I struggled desperately, but