Trapped by the Billionaire's Desire

Somewhere in the shadows, Madame Bose hears a voice, controlled but urgent through her earpiece. “Announce a winner now!” It's Dominik Presley, Duran's right hand man, watching through the CCTV cameras that blink in the room. He was known for keeping the city's power play in check. “This is getting out of hand. Stop it before it turns into a bloodbath,” Madame Bose snaps into action. She steps onto the stage with her hand raised. Her voice is loud but trembling, “Gentlemen, please! We have a winner.” She glances at Duran then at Melvyn, calculating, “Briella is sold to Mr. Duran Williamson for seventy five million dollars,” Unfair, since Melvyn bidded higher but I guess the people fear who holds more power. Shocked and angry murmurs rise from the men. Melvyn's eyes burn with rage but he steps back, “This isn't over, Duran.” He turns and shoves his way through the crowd, disappearing among the shadows. My eyes lock on Duran, the man who now owns me. He lowers his gun as his gaze meets mine for the first time. I do not know what he wants with me but I do know one thing for sure – I am not safe. Not with him. Not with any of the men in that room. Madame Bose grabs my arm and pulls me off stage, “You're lucky,” Her voice is low so only I can hear, “Duran’s a powerful man. If you behave, you'll live longer than most,”