The Mafia's Bride The Auctioning

He Auctioned Me. Like Property. When Isabela Jimenez's own father puts her on the auction block for power and profit, she doesn't cry, she loads her gun. Cold, cunning, and born with a badge, Isabela is no man's pet. Not even Javier Delgado's. He's known to be a ruthless man with a temper that commands silence, and the audacity to demand obedience. She's the woman who shot him on sight and still walked away. Now bound by a contract neither of them wanted, Isabela is forced into a marriage that smells like war. But while the world watches her become Mrs. Delgado, she has a different plan: To burn down the empire from the inside out. What happens when a man who controls the underworld marries the only woman who doesn't fear it? One will kneel. The other will shatter. And in the end, only one crown will remain.

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He Actually Auctioned Me

My own father auctioned me like furniture. A painting.

I sat in my sitting room, staring at the news, my father auctioning me off to the highest bidder.

He used me for business. For money. For ego.

Everyone else was wise enough to auction a non-living thing. But him? He auctioned me.

And I knew that look he gave me last night. I was nothing but a woman who should be confined in a house.

The phone began to ring, and I was still staring at it. The tenth time he was calling in the span of an hour. I was an hour late. So?

I crushed the cigarette in my hand and walked to my room.

Dressed in white jeans and a red long sleeve shirt, I tucked my gun into my waistband before sliding my badge into my pocket. I didn't give a damn if I was meant to meet the man who would supposedly be my husband. Who knows? I might need to kill him before the wedding or even better, today.

Thirty minutes later, I pulled up in front of the house, my hair flowing down my back, my lips painted like the next Jessica Rabbit.

My father was always a man of culture and corruption. I was the exact opposite.

The door was pushed open, and I was faced with a room full of made men and two bodyguards probably sworn to secrecy. All eyes were glued to me, while mine locked onto my father's with a slight smile.

I was interrupting something.

"It's really interesting how the law and lawless meet. How are you all, amigos?"

I took a seat on an empty chair. Just then, a man who could age like fine wine in the future walked in and I immediately knew it was him.

How inconvenient.

"You must be my husband-to-be?" I looked at him. He raised an eyebrow with a very disapproving frown. Good to know we've already established our grounds.

"Isabela," my father warned, and I ignored the chill that gave me.

I'm not in the basement anymore.

"Tell me, Papa, is he truly the one you auctioned me to? I knew you didn't like me, but seriously?"

I gave him a look. "...Him?" I pointed my thumb at the man, reducing him to nothing.

"Mind your language..."

"Hush, Alvaro," he said, cutting my father off. Even I was surprised. No one ever hushed my father.

"You're late." He looked at me, and I could feel the tension in the air, saw how the other made men tensed.

"I had more important things to do."

"My time is precious."

"I don't care."

He raised an eyebrow, then looked past me. Someone behind me moved, and everyone but Papa left the room.

"Miss Jimenez, you are going to be Mrs. Delgado in two hours, and I do not tolerate my time being wasted. You will do as I say, give birth to my children, raise them like a good mother, and you will remain indoors."

He looked at me for a second longer, and I burst into laughter.

"That is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life."

I wiped away invisible tears. "My fool of a father might not have mentioned it, but I am nothing like my sister. If you want obedient, prim and proper, I suggest you make a proposal like a man, not buy me off an auction like a leash holder. I am no slave. I don't care what agreement you have with him. I'm marrying you because the law says so..."

I sat up and pulled a paper from the table.

I yanked Papa's pen from his pocket while he stood in shock, wrote down my details, shoved it into his pocket, and tapped it lightly.

His jaw flexed with anger, but he kept his hand shoved in his pocket.

"That's my address. The dress and everything I need should be sent. I'll see you in five hours. Just because it's a contract doesn't mean you'll rush my wedding."

I walked toward the door and shut it in his face.

I heard my father talking, sounded like he was begging for forgiveness, but I'd had enough. I would not tolerate such disrespect, regardless of the fact that he was a made man.

I was walking down the stairs when my legs suddenly froze. My whole body was yanked from the steps and slammed against the wall.

His face remained neutral, but I could see the shimmer of rage in his eyes as he pinned me there.

"Let go of me," I said quietly, but he kept glaring.

"You'll remain in my custody until we get married and move into our house." He let go of my neck.

"I have work to do."

"Do away with it."

"You don't tell me what to do, Javier Delgado. You might order my father, but I'm not your slave! I'm going to work!"

I shoved him off and kept walking.

A hand grabbed me again and without thinking, I pulled my gun and shot his foot. Guns were drawn in my direction, but my eyes were still on him.

"Next time, I'll make sure to cut off those arms. I don't care who you are to the world, you're no one to me. Just a man with a narrow mind. I'll marry you. Don't be in a rush." I walked away.

His gaze burned holes into my back, but I didn't turn.

I pulled the door open and looked back at him once before getting into the car and driving away.

My phone rang in my pocket. I picked it up.

"We found nothing based on the case, except the dead man's wife is nowhere to be seen," Kamal's voice echoed through the speaker.

"Search for everything you can on Javier Delgado. Let Jenny handle the case."

I hung up and noticed a convoy tailing me.

That bastard sent someone to follow me?

Well, it's a good thing I'm ready to blow off some steam.

Imagine the scandalous headlines:

'Javier Delgado's Wife Found Having the Time of Her Life With His Bodyguard Hours Before the Wedding.'

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8.0

Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

8.0

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Action Modern

9.7

Gardenias And His Last Goodbye

9.7

At my own engagement party, my fiancé, Franco, abandoned me. He left me standing alone in a room full of guests to rush to the side of another woman, Katina, the one he truly loved. He called me a gold-digger, a parasite clinging to his family's name, and accused me of faking an illness just to get his attention. But he never knew the truth. He never knew about the secret I carried-a terminal leukemia diagnosis I received just two days before he humiliated me. He never knew that the night he called a drunken mistake, the night he spat on with disgust, had left me pregnant with his child. And he certainly never knew that while he was tending to Katina's fake anxiety attack, I was in a sterile hospital room, alone, terminating our baby to have a fighting chance at a life he made sure was a living hell. I thought my death would be the end of our story, a final, quiet release from his cruelty. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party, the scent of gardenias filling the air, just moments before he would walk out and shatter my life for the first time.

Action Modern Romance

8.3

I Fell Where His Love Favored Another

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.

Action Modern Romance

8.0

Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

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I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

8.1

I was the top trauma surgeon at the city’s busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father’s mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity. "Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique’s image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family. When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother’s nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish. I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister’s success. I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice. Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. "I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they’ve discarded a liability, but they’re about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire’s scalpel.

Action Billionaire Modern

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