Chapter 36-The Auction
Isabella's POV “Dad, no! Don’t do this!” I cried out, my voice cracking with panic. “You don’t have to fight because of me. I want to be with him!” My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The whole hall had gone deathly quiet. Powerful men watched us like we were the main entertainment, their eyes sharp and hungry for blood. The red dress suddenly felt too tight, the love egg inside me a constant, teasing reminder of Massimo’s control. But right now, all I could focus on was the two men I cared about most staring each other down like they wanted to tear each other apart. “You’re not thinking straight,” my father spat, his grip on my arm like steel. His face was red with a mix of rage and fear. “I don’t know what this man did to you, but I’d rather die than let you
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