Bought to be his Fake Wife

Experiencing Something New!

GABRIELLE POV

Gabrielle sat in the airport chair, on her way to make her dreams come true. It had been two months since Remzi, the agent in charge of her and the other girls, started visiting her house multiple times to try to convince her parents. He brought leaflets and showed videos, but nothing worked.

She had no choice but to go against their will. She had really wanted their support, but it didn’t work out, so she ended up clashing with them and leaving without their blessing. She was confident everything would work out. Remzi mentioned that some telemarketing companies provided part-time internships for girls to help them pay their rent and other expenses.

First, they would be staying at the agency's hostel for half a year until they started making enough money as models to cover their own rent.

As soon as the announcement for the flight to Istanbul was made, she stood up and let out a deep sigh. She took a seat on the airplane, fastened her seatbelt, and gazed out the window.

"Now it’s time to experience something new, Gabbie," she told herself.

The plane departed, and after thirteen hours in the air, they finally landed. Tamara greeted them as soon as they stepped off the plane, along with eight other girls and Remzi. They hopped into a minivan, and Gabrielle took a seat beside Tamara, her face beaming with joy as she realized her dream was finally coming true. She eagerly rummaged through her bag to find her phone and call her parents.

"What are you looking for?" Tamara asked her.

"My phone. I want to let my parents know that I've arrived," she responded.

"Wait until you settle in first, and then you can call them," Tamara said, smiling at Gabrielle.

"You're right," Gabrielle agreed.

The cityscape offered a stunning view, totally different from Denver.

"Are you all hungry?" Tamara inquired, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Great, let's stop and grab a bite," she said. A couple of minutes later, the van pulled over, and Remzi got out. They followed him downstairs and walked through a big, shiny glass door.

As soon as they walked in, they noticed a group of girls sitting on the floor, and then the door closed behind them.

"What place is this?" Gabrielle wondered, finding the place strange.

"What do you think it is?" Tamara asked with a chuckle.

"Well, obviously a brothel," Remzi replied with a chuckle, glancing over at Tamara.

"Are we going to eat here?" Rebecca inquired.

"No, you dumb blonde, you’re staying to work here," Tamara responded.

The girls were all in despair, and some even tried to escape, but security guards posted at the door prevented them.

"You deceived all of us, coming into our houses, and you talked with our families!" Gabrielle burst out.

"Did you bring us here to work as prostitutes?" Lamia inquired.

"Calm down. You’re going to earn a ton of cash here just like you wanted," Tamara mentioned.

"You must be out of your mind, you bastard! I swear, I’m going to kill you," Lamia screamed, attempting to lunge at Tamara, but the security guards held her back.

"Remzi, stop it! Give us back our bags and return our passports!" Gabrielle demanded.

"Sure, do you need to borrow some dollars as well?" Remzi replied.

Right before she could respond, a sophisticated brunette woman walked into the room.

"Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Meral. I run this place, and I don’t talk much. Tomorrow night, we’re hosting an auction where some of you will be auctioned off, and those who stay here will work as dancers."

"You can't do that. We’re not commodities," Gabrielle told Meral, fear and anger gripping her heart.

"Anyone who brings disgrace here will have a severe punishment. No exemptions will be made," Meral threatened.

A few security guards arrived and brutally ushered them into a room that resembled a prison cell with numerous bars.

Gabrielle felt like trash, sitting on the floor, crying, and regretting not listening to her parents’ advice. Now, she was about to throw away her future.

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LEO POV

Leo drove to Rome and then caught a flight directly to Istanbul, making the journey in about six hours. As soon as they left Istanbul, the sun had just risen, and the driver took them straight to a fancy hotel.

Upon reaching his suite, Leo headed straight to the balcony and took a deep sigh. Even the scent here is different, he thought to himself. He took off his clothes, stepped into the shower, turned on the cold water, then stepped out to dry off. He walked around the suite naked, eventually settling on the balcony to light a cigar. The thought of finding a wife didn’t faze him. What truly frightened him was his disorder called satyriasis, a psychological condition characterized by uncontrollable s****l desires.

Leo felt alienated by his constant need for companionship, and with Jianna now gone, the emptiness frightened him even more. Jianna had been experienced, and now he had a virgin woman who knew practically nothing about rough, violent s*x.

His mind wandered as he got up in the morning, went through his routine, took a shower, and headed downstairs to grab breakfast in the hotel lounge.

Leo's father had never been a good father, but he was always strict with his mother. Many times, Vico and Leo heard her crying because she wouldn’t be submissive to him.

As they grew up, they were often taught to believe that women should be submissive in their homes. It was feared that they would either dominate or give orders, but Leo understood that his spouse must not disobey him, as it was her role in their family.

As night fell, Leo slipped into his sleek black tuxedo and mask to hide his identity.

The limousine pulled over in front of the hotel, and they made their way inside. It took them twenty-five minutes to reach the auction room.

They handed in their invitations and walked into the hall. The stage was illuminated, and the room was dimly lit. They took their seats in the middle, enjoying a perfect view of the stage. As more people trickled in, the event kicked off. This was a crucial moment for his wife-to-be, being the daughter of Diavolo’s ally. However, all the heiresses were still too young to marry, and he needed to take over the position urgently.

The stage was graced by the entrance of a woman in a sophisticated gown as the lights slightly dimmed.

"Good evening, gentlemen, I’m Meral, and we’re about to begin the auction for the night…"