~~Srishti's PoV~~
We sat on the sofa.
Soon, all the lights were turned off. I moved closer to him.
"What is happening?" I asked him.
"Bidding is starting," he replied.
Someone came inside the balcony and handed a tab to Arthur.
"What is that?" I asked.
"We bid through this. You see the people down there. They are representatives who will bid for us physically," he said.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..." I heard a voice from the centre of the auditorium.
I peeped into the tab.
"The item being auctioned, exhibit A," the announcer said.
There was a picture of a knife on the tab.
"What is it?" I am very curious.
"Knife laced with poison," he said.
Oh! I think I saw Marcus using a similar one that day. To be frank, that old man deserved it. How could he say that his wife is dead and he should move on so casually?
"Are you gonna bid for it?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"Why?"
"That is my product," he said. I was shocked. He is talented.
"Can I get one? I can pay," I said, tapping on his bicep. How expensive could it be?
He stayed silent.
"Base price, 10 million dollars," the announcer announced.
What on earth is that base price? Who the hell will even pay that huge amount for it?
My plans of buying it went down the drain.
"15 million, number five," the announcer said.
"20 million, number twelve."
"25 million, number three."
I got goosebumps every time they increased the bid. It was so thrilling. Having money to waste must feel good.
In the end, it was sold at fifty million dollars.
"Maybe, you can give it to me at a reduced price. You know spousal discount," I tried negotiating with him.
"No," he said.
How greedy!
"Ten dollars," I said.
"No," he straightforwardly declined. He already has so much money, but he still wants to extort from penniless me.
"Hundred dollars, that is all I have," I tried to bargain.
"No, you will just end up killing yourself," he said without looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the tab.
"Are you saying I am careless?" I retorted.
"Yes."
Whatever.
Someone brought drinks for us. They put them on both tables beside each armrest.
I wanted to pick up a glass, but he stopped me, he held my hand and pulled it back.
"Don't touch any drink here," he ordered.
"But I want to have one. They look good," I whined. They actually look tasty. I used my other hand to try to pick up a drink.
He pulled me closer to him by my waist before I could reach for a glass. Now, I was too far from them, my hand wouldn't reach that far.
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Poison and Passion
Romance#Book 2 (can be read as standalone) Srishti Khurrana, daughter of once upon a time underworld mafia king of India who had lost his throne due to his one mistake. To save his life he promised his just born daughter to the eldest son of then Italian...
