001 Auction

Zona woke up from an infinite darkness, the intensely stimulating music and seething vocals nearly exploded her entire body, and she seemed to be inside a huge wrought iron cage covered entirely in velvet fabric. The ever-changing light was flickering through the fabric in front of her eyes, she shuddered and tried to reach out to find out what was going on, but her eyes stung at the sudden brightness.

"welcome to our 49th commodity, a bitchy girl who just got out of prison and couldn't wait to come sell her body!!!"

"What the fuck did you say?!!!! "

Zona stormed out trying to get up to get up to slap the man who with a mask on his face next to her who's jerking the cover off the cage, instead, she was slammed against the top of the cage, with legs splayed wide open as she falls back to a sitting position on the floor.

The crowd's cheering pauses for a moment, then it erupts into more intense cheers.

"Look at that! That bitch doesn't seem to be wearing any panties! "

"Is she trying to seduce us into raising bid, gah gah gah gah! "

At those words, Zona realized that she was wearing an almost extremely revealing black dress and flesh-colored pantyhose, panicking, she hurriedly closed her legs, trying to calm herself down, "No, this must be a dream..."

She soberly remembered that she'd just served her full three-year sentence, and was about to start a new life for herself. But now she's at a fucking auction, and she's a fucking commodity.

"This must be a mistakem, "Zona shuddered and moved closer to the auctioneer next to her, attempting to talk it over with him. However, whether it was because of the noise or on purpose, he ignored Zona and announced the opening of the auction, which sent Zona into a frenzy.

She wants to simply knock over the cage and try to escape, while suddenly, a jolt of electricity ran through her neck and hit her whole body, which made she shuddered violently and fell to the ground to the laughter of the crowd.

Zona reached out with a trembling hand to touch, then found an inexplicable collar around her neck. Her heart stuttered, If she was right, someone had placed a controller on her and was monitoring her every move.

She pretended to lie motionless on the floor, her eyes peeking in the direction of backstage. When she saw the masked brown-haired man in a velvet dark blue suit, her pupils constricted violently, those narrow reddish-brown eyes she could never mistake.

Unfortunatelly, the man caught her look and gave her a sinister grin, then he raised the tiny controller high in his hand and pressed the button mercilessly against Zona, which sent another shiver down her spine.

Mark Denial.

Zona twisted her head around in hatred, and she couldn't die without forgetting that man. All her tragedies began when she witnessed that man commit a murder, and he used his position and money to buy all the benefits and connections to put the blame on her, the innocent witness.

Even in prison, he paid other inmates to torture her. If it wasn't for her strength, she would have died countless times. And now that she's out of prison, this pervert still won't let her go.

"Five million dollars."

A cold and magnetic voice rang out, which made the originally enthusiastic auction room suddenly became silent. 

Everyone looked at the source of the voice, and Zona also raised her tired eyelids to look at the VVIP stand on the second floor, but with just one glance, she froze, "Valerio Philo ...."

The mafia lord of the Fierro family, the man was like an emperor, which the well-tailored suit that framed his exuberant figure, and a black coat of fur rested casually on his broad shoulders, liked a dangerous black cheetah ready to strike, sitting elegantly in the corner of the sofa.

His long arms were propped up on the armrests of the sofa, the backs of his hands resting on his chin, elegant and gentlemanly. But the pair of emerald green beautiful eyes, hungry wolf general cold and cruel staring at her, as if at any time and place will tear her apart.

Three years had not colored him with the marks of age. On the contrary, it made him more and more dazzling through the polishing of the years, and his handsome face, hidden in the yellow light, was like a layer of gold.

He sat there, exuding a charm that captivated the heart, but ...... she did not dare to look at one more glance!

Hastily and tremblingly averting her eyes, after all, Valerio had always thought that she was the one who had killed his own sister, and he even put her in jail with his own hands.

But she didn't expect that two of them met again, in such a way.

With the dull thud of the auction hammer, Zona knew she was destined for hell.