Chapter 37-The Bidding
Isabella's POV The room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people. “Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife. My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I whispered, leaning closer. “It’s not like you plan on wearing a necklace.” He didn’t answer. These men weren’t really fighting over jewelry. This was a power game, pure and simple. And Massimo never lost. “Twenty million,” the other voice ca
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