This all had to be a nightmare. A bad dream. You would wake up and it would all be gone. Except it wasn't. The heels biting into your feet felt real enough and the itchy fabric of the cheap sparkly dress.

Your brown skin glistened under the spotlights and your hair was brushed down. It felt almost suffocating as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

Your father has crossed the mafia after refusing to pay back a debt. He was probably dead in a gutter somewhere, and here you were. Getting auctioned off like livestock due to your father's faults.

"Mr. Blackwood, 7 million. Going once." The man on stage said before getting interrupted. "20 million." came a voice. The voice was rich and dark, making a shiver go down your spine despite yourself.

You looked up under your clumpy eyelined eyelashes they had forced on you to see the man who spoke. Dark hair, dark eyes and dark suit. The man was the personification of darkness itself. Beautiful, but deadly. And you hated him already.

"20 million, going once. Going twice. Sold to Mr. Mikhail!"