Sold to a prince

Sold to a prince

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Romance
Can cassie love the man who ruined her life, even though he already loved her he moment he saw her standing on the auction stage. Every year all girls who turn 17 are sent to this auction type event. It isn't like they are killed or anything if they aren't sold but the reality is that in this era males are much more important to society than women. But things are not like the olden days when women were just for cleaning an wernt aloud To vote, no they are aloud to work but they just aren't considered an important part of society as the artificial fertilisation companies have made huge breakthroughs. Cassandra has grew up with all this going on so she understands. But she isn't looking forward to her 17th birthday because the annual auctions are the day after her birthday. Most of the people who buy girls are the richer upper class who can afford It. Unfortunately the richer people are the sometimes abusive and because they own the girls they can't fight back.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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