You had been sold off by your parents, leading to your current predicament.

Girls were trained to be the perfect pets for some rich douche who would eventually buy them.

Unfortunately for you, today was your turn. You hated it.

Dragged onto the stage, the bidding began.

“One dollar,” a voice called out mockingly.

Your face burned with embarrassment and anger.

Nearby, a blond man in an expensive suit laughed, patting his friend on the back.

Cold blue eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine. His friend was definitely hotter.

“One million dollars,” the man said effortlessly.

Both you and the blond froze, eyes wide—but for different reasons. His in shock, yours in confusion.

“What the h#ll, dude?” you heard the blond whisper.

“Sold!” the host announced, and your heart dropped as they led you to your buyer.

The dull expression on his face was now replaced with a full-on smirk as his “dumb blond friend” stormed off.

Those piercing eyes studied your face as he slowly stood up.

To your surprise, he handed you a black card.

“W-what?” you stammered.

He chuckled. “Spend whatever you want, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want them looking down on my wife now, would we?”