The dangerous man bought me

Ivery Clark POV

50 million dollars ?

My eyes landed onto the man who had bid. He was at least 6.2 ft or above. He wore an expensive suit which perfectly fit his body. He looked like he worked out a lot.

But I couldn't see his face because of the masquerade mask. But who would bid a woman for 50 million dollars !?

Until and unless he's a big shot. Because bidding 50 million dollars was no ordinary.

I was too baffled to even speak. My eyes connected to the man who bought me and he was staring right through my soul.

Anxiety was overtaking me and my body like a plague, corrupting me from inside out. Something about him gave me a powerful, dangerous vibes. He looked like bad news to me who would take my everything sooner or later.

There was no sound, the room was pin drop silence. No one else challenged his bet. Their cards were set down.

Like many feared the man.

Who is he ? Why does everyone look afraid ?

The emcee slammed the hammer down. "Fifty million to the gentleman in the back. Congratulations. This beauty is yours."

These words sealed my fate.

In a second the guard grabbed me by my arm and yanked me down the stage. Then he put a black sack on my head, and I couldn't see anything. But I still wore the dress and pearl necklace that they had put on me.

My fingers were trembling like hell. I just couldn believe what had just happened. Was this all real ?

I was officially sold to a man. I was fucking sold to a man I never knew or met. I don't even know what my life would look like tomorrow morning.

Isn't fate too cruel on me ?

This tangible fear is eating me in with no ounce of hope or salvation left in me. I had to await for doom, a much worse situation than anyone can imagine.

I couldn't see anything at all. I let out a loud sob I had been holding back for a long time. I felt a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and I was dragged to somewhere I had no idea of.

"Get in..."The guard who was holding my arm pushed me in and I knew it was a car or with a much larger space like a limo. I was dumped in the back seat.

"Wait...till the master comes. Don't yell or make any sound. You don't want your master angry...." The guard hissed at me and I could feel a sharp object on my throat.

Master....

The man who bought me was going to be my master. I don't even know what kind of person he is.

If I begged him to let me go, would he let me go ? If I pleaded for him not to hurt me, would he listen ?

But the way he was staring at me... he wasn't the type to want a beautiful woman to spoil. He didn't seem like someone he would want to show the woman he bought off at a dinner party, or buy me expensive gowns and jewellery.

There was something deranged about him. His eyes promised nothing but to torture me in every possible way I could ever imagine.

More tears fell down and I couldn't seem to stay calm. Everything was ruined in my life. I tried to wriggle but the hand cuffs bit my skin.

I was lost in a train of thoughts when suddenly I felt the car's door open. I inched back in horror, expecting the worst.

"W..Who...who is it ?" I freaked out. But there was no response. Only deranged silence.

Then I felt someone enter the backseat and I could sense the atmosphere's temperature suddenly drop to several degrees.

"Have a good day sir." I heard a guard say and then the car engine started and I could feel it literally moving.

A pure raw fear crept into my blood. He was here, wasn't he ?

The person who bought me.

I could feel the man's body heat radiate over, it was like hot lava paralysing my senses. I tried to scoot further but there was no more space left.

I was stuck here. With this monster.

Panic surged through my veins. I struggled over my seat, trying to find a way to escape. I couldn't stay calm. I might as well die by jumping out of a running car, it's better than being tied to this very monster. I tried to kick the window with my heels that I was wearing.

I went on like this for half an hour or more.

But then I flinched when I heard a raspy chuckle. It was from the man who had bought me. He must have found my struggles amusing. He enjoys seeing my misery, my helplessness.

What a cruel, sick bastard.

"You sure are a feisty little thing. You put up a fight quite well." He finally spoke, making me still for a second. His voice was as cruel as he was in the bidding auction. The voice of the devil who would root the deepest fear in you.

But why do I feel like I have heard this voice somewhere ?

"No girl dared to speak a word or two on the stage, but you amused me a lot." He let out a chuckle and continued.

"It was too good to be true. An angry beautiful woman with perfect features yelling at other men, men who could kill you in a second....I've never been so hard in my life."

What ?

"I have never been so hard until I met you, Ivery." He chuckled devilishly and I was totally repulsed by his words.

This was bad. Very bad. He's mentally sick. My cries and struggles made him turn on ? Is he a sadist ?

My hatred towards him was increasing tenfold. I have been caught in the web of a psychopath.

"Maybe putting on a search for you was totally worth it." He rasped deeply, taking me off guard.

Search ? He searched for me ? But I don't think I have ever met him. Have I ever met him ?

How come I fell into the radar of an unfeeling psychopath like him ?

Gosh, this is bad.

I tried to wriggle like my life depended on it but it was of no use. The handcuffs on my hand were bruising my wrist, and I was short of breath.

Then suddenly, I felt a strong grasp on my arm rattling me.

"Stay still if you don't want me to break your neck, ma bella." My spine turns rigid and a shiver shoots down my back when I feel him just an inch from my face.

He's too close.

I could feel the threat in his voice, his aura, his body heat, his everything. He was a devil incarnation who had come to end me.

His grip was too strong that he could snap my hands into two if he wanted to. I couldn't move a inch, I didn't dare to do anything.

Because I don't know what this psycho might do to me next.

"You have no idea how much I searched for you. But you sure have an amusing life, Ivery." He whispered in my ears, drawing more shivers in me.

"Trying to go on a solo trip, messing with the wrong man you shouldn't have messed with and then getting kidnapped and getting sold in an auction out of the blue, it was so appeasing sight to see." He let out a mocking laugh, fueling more hatred that I have for him.

Messing with the wrong man ?

Wait, come to think of it, is he...

Suddenly the sack that was on my head was lifted and I blinked my eyes when the light pierced through my iris, almost blinding me.

Then my eyes met the ones I wanted to avoid the most. The man I had kicked on his crotch in the lounge !

How did he find me ?

Suddenly the car stopped and the door opened.

"Mr Valerie. Welcome back. Everything is ready as you ordered."

"V..Valerie... ?" I looked at the man confused, who was standing in front of me.

"Sì, Our master is Alrigo Valerie King." The man responded to me.

Al...Alrigo Valerie King ?

My face went pale when I heard the name. I clearly know this name, it's all over the newspapers and media. He was one of the leading tycoons of the world.

As much as he was powerful and rich, he was terrifying. There are many rumours that run wild about him. One that scares the shit out of me is that he runs a deadly business of weapons and drugs, connecting with very dangerous criminals.

In short, the Mafia.

"Long time no see, ma bella." He divulged in a cold tone, making my spine chill. The voice that came out of his mouth was purely sadistic and twisted.

Fuck, what have I got myself into ?