All Chapters of BOUGHT FOR PLEASURE, REDEEMED BY LOVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

9 Chapters

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1– SOLD FOR TWO MILLION "Don't struggle." Elena woke up, She tried to move but couldn't. Her wrists were bound behind her, with something soft and strong that bit into her skin whenever she struggled. Something like Silk scarves, maybe. But whatever it was, they held together well. She was lying on her side, her cheek pressed to the floor, her legs free but heavy, sluggish, still fighting whatever they'd use to sedate her. Then a voice came from nearby. Female. Young. And it appears she looks terrified. Elena forced her eyes open at once. The room was long and low, lined with mirrors. Twenty women, maybe thirty. Some of them sat on the floor like hers, with their legs crossed, and their faces blank with shock. Others stood against the walls, with their arms wrapped around themselves, eyes too wide. While a few of them were crying silently, tears tracking through makeup. Numbers pinned to their dresses. Gold ink on cream cards. Elena looked down at her own

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2– Past 1 (debt)ELENA"Miss Marcelo." The voice on the phone was brisk. "Am I speaking with Miss Marcelo, please?"Elena had let the call ring twice while she stared at the cracked ceiling of her studio apartment."Yes," she said. "Please go on.""Okay, good,I called because your mother's vitals dropped overnight. Dr. Chen would like you to come in today."Elena sat up. The mattress springs groaned beneath her, a sound she'd learned to sleep through the way she'd learned to sleep through the radiator's clanking and the neighbor's fighting and the endless, grinding hum of a city that never stopped needing. "How bad has it gotten?""Dr. Chen will explain once you're at the hospital."God. Her situation had gotten so bad they couldn't even give her bad news over the phone anymore."I'll be there by two," she said, and hung up before they could tell her that afternoon might be too late.The apartment was freezing. November in Brooklyn, and her landlord had decided heating was a D

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: Past cont (A Dangerous Bargain)Elena knew the exact sound of a life breaking apart. It sounded exactly like the polite, measured tone of the social worker standing in her doorway."Eleven days, Miss Marcelo," Linda Park said, her eyes fixed coldly on her clipboard. "Your nine-year-old brother hasn't seen the inside of a classroom in nearly two weeks. He's been spotted wandering the neighborhood alone. We have serious concerns about his safety."Elena stiffened, her fingers digging into the chipped paint of the doorframe. "My brother is fine.""He's nine," Linda repeated, a subtle threat laced in her tone. "Who is supervising him?""He's not wandering. He's walking to the hospital to see our mother." Elena's voice cracked, a brittle edge cutting through the quiet hallway. She refused to soften it. "I work two jobs. I can't be in two places at once.""I understand this is difficult,""No." Elena stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her so Mateo wo

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4- Past cont (TROUBLE) "Where are we going?" she asked. The driver didn't answer. He hadn't spoken in forty minutes since she entered the car. They rolled into the underground. Twelve other vehicles, maybe more, black sedans, SUVs, and a limousine were parked in the garage like when you go to a car show. She had never seen such expensive cars all at once in her whole life. The driver opened her door. "This way." "Through the red door. Someone will meet you." Elena stepped onto the pavement. The red door was exactly where he said, painted a shade between wine and blood, set into a brick wall with no signage. She thought of Mateo, her mother, the envelope with seventy-five hundred dollars that had been bought for her for three weeks. She pushed through the door. The woman who met her had the same voice on the phone, smiling with teeth that were too white. “Your name.” The lady asked. “Elena, ma’am.” She replied. "Elena. Lovely. Come, we'll get you ready." "Ready fo

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5— Present time The car came to a halt in front of a large mansion. The driver got out and rushed to open the Adrian side of the door.Adrian got out without looking at her. She didn't need the invitation to know what to do. Elena opened her own door; she stood on the gravelly ground.The sight of a very magnificent house welcomed my view. She stood in awe, mesmerized by the sight of how beautiful the house was.“Are you going to come in or do you want them to get you a bed, so that you'll be comfortable looking at the house well,” Adrian suggested.“Hmmm.” Elena jolted to reality. They strode into the house.“Welcome boss.” A tall man, with tattoos covering his whole hand.“Thank you Henry, Martha, attend to this young lady, show her to the guest room, and by tomorrow morning I want the third room in the east wing cleared then move her there by morning..” He gave out the orders to Martha.A woman appeared. Older, gray hair pulled tight. She looked at Ele

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIXTHE RULESA knock came at 7:30. Sharp. Three raps. Elena flinched, her whole body jerking like she'd been shocked."Miss." Martha's voice through the wood. Dry, efficient, no warmth. "Breakfast in thirty minutes. Dress in the closet. Be presentable."Elena didn't answer. She listened to footsteps fade down the hallway, then waited another ten minutes before she moved. Her legs were stiff, her back ached, her eyes burned from staring at nothing all night. She walked to the closet like a woman twice her age.The clothes were there. Simple things. Black pants, white blouses, no dresses. Nothing that looked like what she'd worn to the auction. She was dressed in black pants and a white blouse. Brushed her teeth with the toothbrush Martha had left. She looked in the mirror and saw a stranger. Pale, hollow-eyed, hair tangled from a night of silent shaking. She tried to smooth it, gave up, pulled it back with an elastic band she found in the drawer.The hallway was different in

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SURVEILLANCE"You're not wearing that."Elena paused, looking down at her black pants and the crisp white blouse. It was essentially the uniform of a prisoner trying her best to pass as a secretary. Then she looked up at Martha. The older woman stood framed in the closet doorway, holding a silk dress the exact color of bruised wine and heavy smoke."Mr. Adrian left very specific instructions," Martha said. There was something subtle in her tone that made Elena’s spine straighten instantly. It wasn't a direct command. It felt more like a quiet warning. "Breakfast is at eight o'clock sharp, and he expects you to look presentable.""He left?""This morning. Business in the city." Martha stepped into the room and laid the dress across the mattress. The fabric was pure silk, sleeveless, with a neckline that dipped a bit lower than anything Elena had worn since she was twenty and still stupid enough to believe the world played fair. "He will return tomorrow afternoon. Ton

Chapter 8

Chapter 8A new voice cut through the tension from the open doorway. It was Martha.The man, Marco, didn't turn to look at her. His eyes remained locked on Elena's face, drifting down her neck to trace the low cut of the wine-colored dress, which suddenly felt like absolutely no protection at all."Mr. Adrian's orders regarding her were very clear," Martha stated firmly."Orders," Marco muttered, the word clearly tasting bitter in his mouth. "The boss always did have a ridiculous soft spot for strays.""Those are Mr. Adrian's direct orders," Martha repeated, her voice dropping into a register that actually made Marco's smirk flicker. "You touch a single hair on her head, and you will have to answer directly to him. Not to me. To him."For a long, agonizing moment, nobody in the room moved. Then, finally, Marco took a step back. The handgun vanished back into his jacket with a movement so practiced and fluid that Elena barely even tracked it. He gave her one final, lingering look,

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9Elena walked right into her room, slamming the door hard. "Gosh, I hate that guy. How dare he point a gun at my face? If we were out of this place, I would have reported him to the police. Does he really think I want to be here? If not for my bad habit of always being curious about things, I wouldn't have landed here in the first place. Keeping me locked up like a prisoner." She lamented to herself as she adjusted her weight on the cushion.The room was so silent, she didn't know when she dozed off in the position she was in.The door to the room opened around evening time, jolting her awake from her sleep. Elena expected Mrs. Martha, but it was Marco. He filled the doorway with his shadow."The boss wants you in the dining room," he said."I am not interested," Elena replied, not standing up from where she was seated."I don't care, so will you stand up now and come with me," he said, looking at her like he wanted to make a hole in her body."Fine, whatever. I'm going not

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10–The UncleElena felt delighted after reading the letter she got from her brother. It felt like all the burden in her mind had been lifted from her.She walked back to her room with lots of joy, joy she herself couldn't explain where it was coming from.She entered her room and threw herself on the bed, her weight sinking into the mattress.I would ask for his permission to visit them someday, she thought. I hope he allows it.She stood up and walked slowly toward the balcony. The fresh air of the night hit her in the face. She spent a few minutes on the balcony before she retired to bed.The sounds of the early morning birds chirping woke her up.She did her morning routine and got dressed to have breakfast."Good morning," she greeted Martha, who was up already, with some of the maids assisting in the kitchen."Good morning, Miss Marcelo. I see you're up early," Martha said, flipping the pancakes over the stove."Yeah. Ohhh, you're making pancakes, my favorite," Elena said

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