Davina had accompanied Irene and her friends to the bar. In just a few short hours, she had already formed a strong bond with Irene's diverse group of male companions, who hailed from various professional backgrounds. "Why didn't you mention that all your friends are men?" Davina asked, her voice barely a whisper. Irene gave Davina a perplexed look. "Didn't I mention it before?" “You’re not!” exclaimed Davina. “My bad,” Irene says. Davina let out a sarcastic snicker, not fooled by Irene's feigned innocence. Irene pulled Davina closer and stood in line together, awaiting the pre-admission check. Approaching the security guard, Irene confidently presented her membership card. "Hello, this is my membership card," she stated, extending the card towards the guard. "And this is my friend. She came here with me," she added, pointing at Davina. Davina offered a stiff smile to the sharply scrutinizing security guard. After the rigorous checks, Davina, Irene, and the rest of their group w
"Since she is the most exceptional candidate among all the others, we will commence the bidding at a staggering one million dollars!" exclaimed the auction host, his voice laced with excitement and anticipation.Standing among the spectators, Damian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as the grand spectacle unfolded before his eyes. "Here we go," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.Davina, taken aback by the revelation, turned her attention towards the stage, her eyes widening in surprise. She instinctively reached out and gently patted Irene on the shoulder, seeking confirmation. "Wait, you mean to say that they are auctioning off Camille right now?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Irene nodded calmly, her expression calm. "Yes, that's precisely what is happening. Would you be interested in participating? Mike can act as your representative," she suggested casually.Davina only participated in an auction once, a collectibles auction where the proceeds w
As Nick remained silent, Davina let out a soft sigh of resignation. No further confirmation was needed for Davina to piece together the puzzle behind the auction - Damian was the mastermind."You really won't tell me who that woman is?" Davina made one last attempt to coax an answer out of Nick."I genuinely don't know right now, so I can't tell you," Nick replied honestly, his voice tinged with a sense of helplessness.Davina stared at Nick in disbelief, feeling like a fool who had been kept in the dark. The realization hit her hard, leaving her feeling foolish and naive. "I'm done talking to you," Davina declared disgustedly, her tone laced with anger and disappointment as she stormed out of the small room."Davina? Davina!" Nick's pleas fell on deaf ears as Davina continued her retreat, leaving Nick unable to stop her from exiting.Meanwhile, Damian and Maggie sat on the sofa, basking in the comfortable ambiance. Maggie cast a sidelong glance at Damian, breaking the silence. "You d
Davina methodically buttoned each button on her open shirt, ensuring an impeccable appearance. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, transforming it into a formal attire that befits the occasion. With her outfit perfected, Davina gracefully approached Camille.From a distance, Damian observed Davina's entrance onto the show's main stage, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips. As he watched intently, Damian couldn't help but sense a shift in Davina's demeanor. It was evident from the determined expression on her face that Davina had something planned, something that worked against Damian interests."Davina? Davina!" exclaimed Camille excitedly, calling out to her best friend with joy and desperation. Camille loosened her grip on the hands of the two men who held her captive and moved to position herself behind Davina. Placing a trembling hand on Davina's, Camille pleaded for her help."Davina, please, I beg you to save me. My mother is trying to auction me," Camille implored, h
"Let me go, bastard! Where do you think you're taking me? I swear I'll kill all of you!" Camille's voice pierced the air with a deranged madness. She fought relentlessly, attempting to free herself from the iron grip of the two towering men who had grabbed hold of her arms. With every ounce of strength expended, Camille's efforts to escape proved futile, finally forcing her to concede defeat. Exhaustion wore her down after her earlier rebellion.Mike arrived accompanied by a well-dressed man who was a buyer at the auction. Camille narrowed her eyes, casting a hostile glare toward the two of them, enunciating the hate she felt. A wry smile appeared on Mike's face as he observed Camille's chaotic state, resulting from her previous defiance. He patted the shoulder of the man, who incidentally became Mike's acquaintance."You have quite the discerning eye," Mike complimented with admiration."No matter what the bidding price is, rest assured, I will ultimately secure the centerpiece of to
Camille's resolve kicked in as Zack left the room, urging her to grasp any sliver of understanding she could attain. With a sudden burst of energy, she reached for Zack's legs, restraining him from walking away."Wait! At least please tell me what the date is today," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of information.Zack, wrenching free from Camille's hold with a look of disdain, tossed a paper bag towards her. "Change your clothes and find your way out of this room," he ordered curtly, seemingly implying that he had no intention of granting her request.Utterly frustrated, Camille let out a piercing scream, desperately hoping to catch Zack's attention one last time. "At the very least, tell me the date!" she shrieked, her voice reverberating off the walls of her desolate prison."Twenty-six!" Zack snapped back abruptly, the door slamming behind him with an unnerving finality.Left alone to ponder her circumstances, Camille's laughter, tinged with a hint of malice, ech
Having finished preparing herself for the day ahead at the office, Davina gracefully descended the stairs instead of relying on the convenience of the elevator. She had made it a point to incorporate this physical activity into her morning routine to exercise. The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her path and filling her with energy and purpose.As she approached the dining room, her footsteps came to a halt. Damian was seated at the table, engrossed in his breakfast. The memory of Damian's escapades from the previous night flooded Davina's mind. She vividly recalled seeing him going out with another woman, a dagger of jealousy piercing her heart. While their marriage may have been contractual, she couldn't deny the lingering emotions."Good morning, Davina," Damian greeted her warmly, his voice permeating the room."Mornin'," Davina replied hastily, her voice tinged with unease. "I must be on my way. See you."But Damian's response was unexpectedly insistent. "Davi
"Hey, newbie, you need to work more efficiently! What's with your slow pace?"Camille wanted nothing more than to hurl the expensive urn across the room. Since the crack of dawn, she had tirelessly served as a maid, attending to every nook and cranny of this sprawling mansion without so much as a moment for sustenance or hydration.Camille couldn't help but observe her predicament; the mansion was swarming with heavily armed guards stationed on all sides. Escaping from this oppressive environment seemed near impossible for her.Just as Camille was lost in her thoughts, Zack, the housemaster, strolled in. Oblivious to the freshly polished floor, he casually strolled through, polluting the pristine surface with his high-end, dirt-ridden shoes. Camille, who had painstakingly worked to maintain the floor's cleanliness, felt frustration simmering within her.Zack halted mid-stride, his gaze fixated on Camille, glaring daggers at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he demanded.In a