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
"Even though your stamina is poor, you seem pretty experienced," Zack commented.Seeing Zack enter the bathroom, Camille lay on the bed, her breath catching from exhaustion. Although Camille had eaten and drunk several times, she was still exhausted. This was the most exhausting day of Camille's life.Living the life of a woman with many fans, Camille never once thought there would be a day when everything would end. Camille's life that was previously taken for granted, Camille now realized just how special it was."He is an asshole. Even Marcel has never been this rude to me," Camille grumbled."This is crazy. This is the first time I've ever played with a greedy man. He's too violent. I can't believe he does it all day," Camille complained."It's not my stamina that's bad anyway. It's his stamina that's unreasonable. He looks like a hyper person." Camille let out a long, tired sigh.Exhausted and sore, Camille reached to retrieve the abandoned blanket strewn across the floor. The we
One fine morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Davina and Nick strolled outside the magnificent mansion where they resided. To their astonishment, they spotted a well-built man standing on the terrace, exuding an air of authority. Instinctively, Nick positioned himself in front of Davina, protecting her from any potential threat.Curiosity and concern swirled in Nick's mind as he swiftly questioned the imposing figure before him, "Who are you? Are you the new employee here at the mansion?"In a composed manner, the man replied, "I am the new bodyguard assigned to safeguard Mrs. Wilson, Davina Claire."Seeking further confirmation, Nick proceeded to ask, warily considering the possibility of the stranger's arrival being a disguise, "You are the bodyguard sent by?"Without hesitation, the bodyguard responded, "I was sent directly by Detective Mark."Determined to shed light on this mysterious development, Nick reached for his phone and dialed Damian's number. However, his patienc