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The Billionaire's Runaway Slave

She was an innocent and obedient girl before. She love her boyfriend and so everything she can to please him. But she didn't expect that they betrayed her including her family. She sold to a heartless billionaire to paid her uncle's debt. Not only that her boyfriend sold her pictures in the auction bidding event. How can she escaped from the place where for her... it's a living hell? Os there really no hope for her to runaway to that billionaire?
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Chapter 1

A woman struggled to free herself from being pulled. She even screamed and asked for help but no one came. Her fighting, screaming and struggling were useless. The people who took her from her Uncle still took her. Yes, her Uncle sold her to a billionaire looking for temporary happiness. She couldn't get away and couldn't escape and now she was in a room she never dreamed of.

The woman was pushed into a cold but dark room. The only light there was dimly lit was coming from the lampshade near the bed.

"Please have mercy on me, I don't want this, please let me go!" The woman begged.

Suddenly someone approached the woman and immediately blinded her. The door closed and footsteps moved away. The woman hugged herself because of the cold that was biting her body.

"Don't you dare to remove your blindfold," said the man in an authoritative voice.

The woman was about to remove her blindfold, thinking she was alone in the room. The woman was frightened and immediately lowered her hands and fell to the ground.

"I'm begging, please let me go, I'm still young!" The woman begged again.

"What's your name?" Instead, the man sitting in the swivel chair by the window with his back to the woman asked.

"M-Maria!" The woman stammered, although she was confused.

Maria immediately smelled the smoke of the cigarette, which made her cough. Because the man was already in front of her and he was blowing fire on her. Despite being afraid, Maria tried to reach for the man's arm and held it.

"I-I'll do anything, just let me go, please?" In Maria's trembling voice, in her trembling body, she begged the man again.

"Stand up!" The man commanded.

Maria struggled to stand, all she could see was the man's feet. His blindfold was slightly open so she could at least see something.

"Turn around," the man ordered again.

Maria slowly turned around even though she was still shaking. She didn't want to feel the pain in her body anymore so she became obedient to the man. She was willing to let him go if she didn't fight back. Maria heard the man's sigh.

"Remove your dress!" The man ordered again.

Maria shook her head. "No! You're being pitiful,"

The man then stubbed out her cigarette and put it in his ashtray.

"Do you know that I paid you worth millions!" The man spoke firmly.

Maria was stunned and her tears suddenly stopped. Because the girl had completely thought that her Uncle Fausto had made the man pay her because of his big debt.

"You have no rights to say no, Maria! I paid you, that's why I owned your life right now." The man continued.

"W-Who are you? What do you need from me and why me? There are many women out there selling their flesh, not me." Maria replied when she recovered from her shock.

Maria gasped when the man suddenly strangled her. Then the man brought his mouth close to the girl's earlobe.

"I like virgin and innocent like you. And besides, your uncle paid you for his big debt to me aside from the million I paid to the bids that wanted to take you. Luckily, your uncle promptly said that you are his nephew and you are the one he is referring to as payment for his debt to me." The man snorted.

Maria's eyes widened, how did she end up at the bidding of the rich when she didn't even know any of them? It seemed that the man had heard what was bothering Maria and whispered again.

"Your boyfriend Maria, he held your pictures and sold it to the bidding event. Very surprising isn't it?"

Maria shook her head as her tears flowed.

"Rafael can't do what you're saying to me!" Maria's mind refused to accept what the man said.

The man laughed and ran his tongue along Maria's neck. Maria quickly pushed the man away and she fell back. Maria felt disgusted by what the man had done to her.

"Your boyfriend Maria is an addict believe it or not! In order to sustain his addiction, he will do everything! He will sacrifice everything including you, especially since he said he can't just taste you either." The man said.

"No! You're lying!" Maria cried out in tears.

Maria remembered how many times Rafael had tried to make something happen between the two of them. However, Maria insisted that she would remain a virgin until the two of them got married. Rafael was sulking at Maria but disappeared the next day. Their last fight was just a while ago because something almost happened to the two of them because of Rafael's pressure. If Maria hadn't fought back and cried, Rafael wouldn't have stopped. Rafael left without saying a word and Maria was left in disbelief that her boyfriend had almost raped her.

"I don't care if you don't believe me! Pleasure me tonight and be my special guest," the man said again.

Maria cried even more, she didn't expect that she would end up in such a horrible situation. She felt like everyone had abandoned her, especially Rafael, who she thought was her support in times of hardship and comfort. So what was the point of living and being a saint if the only person she thought was her ally was actually one of the biggest reasons for her downfall?

Maria sniffled, her whole body felt numb from what she found out. Her hands moved spontaneously like a robot and removed the black lingerie she was wearing. The man smirked at what Maria was doing, seeing the intense desire in his eyes. The man swallowed hard as he looked at the girl's naked body.

The man's hand rose and caressed Maria's body. Every time the man caressed her, the girl flinched more. Maria could feel every touch of the man's hand on her body, which confused her mind.

"Perfect body! If you become obedient, maybe I will spare your life for a little bit." The man said, getting hotter.

Maria swallowed despite her mind's objection, why did she resist every touch of the man on her body? Shouldn't she be free from what the man was doing to her?

"W-What's your name?" Maria stammered.

The man smirked. "Call me, Angel!"

"A-Angel?"

"Yes, I'm your Devil Angel tonight!"

That was all and Anghel started kissing Maria, passionately and passionately. Maria's lips almost bled from Anghel's violent kissing of her. At the same time, the young man's hands were moving around every part of Maria's body. Maria just closed her eyes and tears flowed down her face while clenching her fists.

Maria held her breath even more when Anghel sucked her two nipples on either side. Maria winced in pain but a slight tickle made her hair stand up. Then, suddenly, Anghel just hugged Maria and took her to the bed. Maria wanted to protest and fight but her body was motionless, she thought she could escape there after giving herself to the man who was now ready to claim and destroy her treasure.

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