Sold for $1 To The Hawthorne Brothers
Three women, three brothers, a single, crumpled dollar bill.
Alina's world shatters the moment she's auctioned off-and claimed by the powerful Hawthorne brothers.
Thrown into Adrian Hawthorne's cold, dangerous world, she becomes his to control... his to protect... and, terrifyingly, his to desire. He's ruthless, possessive, and hiding secrets that could destroy them both. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell if she's his prisoner-or something far more dangerous.
Because the Hawthorne brothers don't just take.
They keep.
Viviane has spent her life surviving, so when Julian Hawthorne "buys" her freedom, she knows better than to trust it. Men like him don't save people-they collect them. But Julian isn't as simple as he pretends to be, and the deeper she's pulled into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away.
Especially when she realizes she might be the only thing he's ever been willing to fight for.
Lena doesn't belong to anyone-and she intends to keep it that way. Brilliant, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects, she enters Lucien Hawthorne's world on her own terms. But Lucien doesn't play fair, and he doesn't let go.
When her past comes crashing back, Lena is forced to face the one thing she's been running from: trusting someone who could destroy her... or save her.
Three women. Three choices.Stay. Fight.
Or burn it all down.
Because being sold was only the beginning.
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Chapter 2
The laughter in the room slowly fades, but the sound of the auctioneer's gavel still echoes in my ears.
Sold.
My hands curl into fists at my sides as the reality settles over me like a suffocating weight. One dollar. That's what my life is worth.
I glare at my stepfather, but he's slumped over his chair. His glass is empty.
Typical. I should've known he was going to get drunk. The only time I ever saw him sober was during his anniversary with my mom.
And even then, he couldn't be a good husband for one day.
The sound of movement at the back of the room draws my attention. I flinch inwardly as the three men rise from their table.
The shift in the room is immediate. Everyone turns, watching the Hawthorne brothers walk toward the stage.
They move slowly and unhurried, like men who know the entire room belongs to them.
Adrian Hawthorne leads the way.
Up close, he's even more intimidating than I expected. He's taller than the other two, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored blue suit with one hand tucked into his pocket. His dark eyes settle on my face, before slowly roaming over my body.
I stifle the urge to shrink into thin air.
Julian follows a step behind him, his expression far more relaxed and his arms loosely folded across his chest. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looks at me over, like he's enjoying the situation far more than he should.
Lucien walks beside Adrian, his hands behind his back. His expression is unreadable, but it doesn't stop the goosebumps that rise on my arms. The three of them stop at the foot of the stage. For a moment, no one speaks.
Then Adrian looks up at me and says calmly, "Come down."
My chest tightens and my feet feel glued to the floor. I don't move. I can't move.
These men ruined my family. They stole my mom's company, bought it for next to nothing from my step-father.
His gaze sharpens slightly. "I won't repeat myself."
Perhaps we should carry her down, brother," Lucien drawls. "She looks like she might crumble anytime soon."
His eyes roam over my body unhurriedly, lingering on my chest. He clicks his tongue. "Do you make your fashion choices yourself?"
A lump rises in my throat. I know how I look-with my cheap tee shirt and faded jeans.
Between working two jobs to put myself through college and bailing my stepfather out of trouble, there's barely enough money left to get new clothes.
Or eat good food, either.
"I can walk," I snap, stepping towards the edge of the stage.
Adrian lifts an eyebrow, studying me for a moment. "Good."
I feel his eyes on me-their eyes-as I take the marble steps one at a time. Julian walks up to me, holding out his palm. He tilts his head towards it.
"I'm fine," I say, harsher than intended. As the words leave my mouth, I remember. I belong to them now. They can treat me anyway and nobody'll say a thing. "I'm sorry," I apologize immediately, lowering my gaze.
He laughs. The sound is a soft, lazy rumble. "I was merely offering. You had every right to refuse."
I glimpse Adrian from the corner of my eye. His eyes are narrowed as he stares at someone in the middle of the crowd, his mouth pulled into a hard line.
If looks could burn, my stepfather would already be ash.
Julian follows my gaze and chuckles under his breath. "My brother finds it hard to let go when he's been wronged."
He leans closer. "What about you?"
I blink at him. "What?"
He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly.
"Nothing."
He straightens and holds out his hand. "We should go."
I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle.
Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.
"Ah." Julian clears his throat and lowers his hand. "Okay, then." He gestures toward the exit. "You can keep up, though, can't you?"
I follow him through the crowd of onlookers and out of the underground hall. The sudden night air hits me like ice, sending a shiver through my body as I wrap my arms around myself.
"Here."
Something warm settles over my shoulders, chasing the chill away. I turn. Lucien stands behind me, already stepping away after draping his coat around me. He gives me a short nod before walking toward the row of sleek black cars waiting along the curb.
Julian watches him go and smirks. "He's the gentleman of the family," he says. Then he places a hand dramatically against his chest. "But I apologize. I should've been the one to rescue you from the cold."
I say nothing.
His gaze shifts past me, and his expression changes slightly. "Looks like that's my cue to leave."
He steps back toward the second car. "Lucien and I came together tonight."
His eyes flick toward the tall figure standing beside the other vehicle. My eyes widen and my breath catches. How did he get there? "Which means you'll be riding home with my brother."
Adrian.
"See ya!" Julian waves me off, skipping over to the car Lucien slipped into moments ago.
I remain rooted to the spot, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. The jacket on my shoulders suddenly feels far too light.
Adrian makes no move to come closer. Instead, he folds his arms across his chest. Even standing in the shadows, I can feel his eyes on me.
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For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben.
But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie.
"She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong."
He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy.
He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her.
He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break.
I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise.
I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash.
I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces.
I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee.
"Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing."
Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father.
"I'm in. Announce the merger."
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
7.9
After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is.
But staying hidden isn't easy–
Not when the Alphas start noticing her.
Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first.
And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."