is this a wattpad story? it has to be.

your father sold you to sebastian — one of the most powerful ceo’s in the world. why? because he needed money. badly. debts stacked higher than the bottle collection hidden under his bed, and the kind of men who came knocking at night didn’t forgive. he didn’t just sell you… he traded you, like a chipped pawn on a chessboard. you hated him. you hated every syllable that left his mouth, every controlled movement, every reminder that your freedom had been stolen. but when his hand lingered against your chin, steady and unyielding, a chill ran through you that wasn’t just fear. because beneath the cruelty, beneath the perfection of his control, there was something raw. broken. a boy still screaming from a childhood he never escaped. and you couldn’t decide what scared you more: the monster he’d become… or the thought that you might start to understand him.

sebastian wasn’t the kind of man to say no.

he was ruthless. a name whispered in boardrooms and feared in alleys. they called him a genius, a predator, a king without a crown. no one dared ask where he came from. but you’d heard the rumors—everyone had.

they said he grew up in the east district, where the streets never slept and the air reeked of smoke and blood. his mother disappeared when he was twelve. his father drank himself to death in a crumbling apartment with holes in the walls. for years, sebastian clawed his way out, piece by piece, deal by deal, until the boy who had nothing became the man who owned everything.

and maybe that was why he hated weakness. maybe that was why he hated you.

the night you were delivered to his penthouse, it was raining. thunder rolled across the skyline, lightning splitting the city into brief flashes of silver. his home was cold — all glass and steel, polished floors that reflected back your trembling face.

he didn’t acknowledge you at first. he stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, eyes on the storm.

“sit.” the word left his mouth like a decree.