Ivery Clark POV
50 million dollars?
My eyes landed onto the man who had bid. He was at least 6.2 ft or above. He wore an expensive suit which perfectly fit his body. He looked like he works out a lot.
But I couldn't see his face because of the masquerade mask. But who would bid a woman for 50 million dollars!?
Until and unless he's a big shot. Because bidding 50 million dollars was no ordinary.
I was too baffled to even speak. My eyes connected to the man who bought me and he was staring right through my soul.
Anxiety was overtaking me and my body like a plague, corrupting me from inside out. Something about him gave me a powerful, dangerous vibes. He looked like bad news to me who would take my everything sooner or later.
There was no sound, the room was pin drop silence. No one else challenged his bet. Their cards were set down.
Like many feared the man.
Who is he? Why does everyone look afraid?
The emcee slammed the hammer down. "Fifty million to the gentleman in the back. Congratulations. This beauty is yours."
These words sealed my fate.
In a second the guard grabbed me by my arm and yanked me down the stage. Then he put a black sack on my head, and I couldn't see anything. But I still wore the dress and pearl necklace that they had put on me.
My fingers were trembling like hell. I just couldn believe what had just happened. Was this all real?
I was officially sold to a man. I was f***ing sold to a man I never knew or met. I don't even know what my life would look like next morning.
Isn't fate too cruel on me?
This tangible fear is eating me in with no ounce of hope or salvation left in me. I had to await for doom, a much worse situation than anyone can imagine.
I couldn't see anything at all. I let out a loud sob I had been holding back for a long time. I felt a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and I was dragged to somewhere I had no idea of.
"Get in..."The guard who was holding my arm pushed me in and I knew it was a car or with much larger space like a limo. I was dumped in the back seat.
"Wait...till the master comes. Don't yell or make any sound. You don't want your master angry...." The guard hissed at me and I could feel a sharp object on my throat.
Master....
The man who bought me was going to be my master. I don't even know what kind of person he is.
If I begged him to let me go, would he let me go? If I pleaded for him not to hurt me, would he listen?
But the way he was staring at me... he wasn't the type to want a beautiful woman to spoil. He didn't seem like someone he would want to show the woman he bought off at a dinner party, or buy me expensive gowns and jewellery.
There was something deranged about him. His eyes promised nothing but to torture me in every possible way I could ever imagine.
More tears fell down and I couldn't seem to stay calm. Everything was ruined in my life. I tried to wriggle but the hand cuffs bit my skin.
I was lost in a train of thoughts when suddenly I felt the car's door open. I inched back in horror, expecting the worst.
"W-Who...who is it?" I freaked out. But there was no response. Only deranged silence.
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Romance"You're playing with fire that you can't control, Ivery." "I know the risks," I whispered, against his lips. He growled, low and dark. "No, you don't." His fingers lingered on my jaw, tracing a line down to my throat, sending a shiver through me. "I...
