Chaos. Absolute chaos. I followed the whole thing online because no way could I afford a ticket to that auction house, but even through a screen, the tension was palpable. The livestream comments were flying—everyone had a theory about who'd win or whether the painting was 'worth it.' Then, out of nowhere, some anonymous buyer swooped in and shattered the previous record. The chat exploded with emojis and all-caps reactions. It was wild how one piece of art could turn into this global spectacle, like a sports match where the trophy was a rectangle of dried pigment. Makes you think about how value is just... made up, you know?
The auction of that famous painting was like watching a high-stakes drama unfold in real time. I couldn't believe the buzz in the room—collectors, critics, and curious onlookers all packed together, some whispering behind catalogs, others staring intently at the podium. The painting itself was breathtaking under the spotlights, almost glowing with its own history. When the bidding started, the numbers climbed so fast it felt surreal. Every raise of a paddle sent murmurs through the crowd. Then, just when it seemed like the final gavel would fall, a last-minute bid came in from someone on the phone, and the room erupted. The energy was electric, like witnessing a piece of art history being rewritten.
What stuck with me afterward wasn't just the record-breaking price, but how the painting seemed to carry this weight—like it wasn't just canvas and paint anymore, but a symbol of something bigger. The way people talked about it afterward, analyzing every brushstroke like it held secrets, made me realize how much art can become a mirror for the world. I still wonder where it ended up and if it's hanging in some private gallery, admired by just a handful of eyes, or if it'll vanish into obscurity until the next big auction.
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"I'm sorry." He apologized,
"Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating.
"No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm.
My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me."
"Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor
"Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all he did was smirk deviously, dangerously closing the bridge between our lips.
"Fuck it Willow, I want you." He said as he crashed his lips against mine
Willow Davis finds herself wedge in between one of her father's gamble, having lost the bet she is sold to the ruthless arrogant billionaire, Tristan Donovan, who wants nothing more than to make out a trophy of her.
over the course of time they slowly get close but fear of falling in love Tristan has set three rules;
"NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER
NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT
NO FALLING IN LOVE"
But what happens when he's caught up in his own web and breaks one or all together?
How far will he go, riding of every single rule?
Will the arrogant billionaire finally fall in love?
find out in SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE.
“I want to kiss you.” He stroked my neck slowly. “You are playing with fire,” I breathed.“Burn me,” he whispered.***The Malta elite society never interacts with the lower class. This did not stop art curator Wade Malkiel from falling in love at first sight with Vaughn Everette, the mayor’s son. But things did not go as planned, and Vaughn rejected Wade, so he vowed never to trust anyone and closed his heart to the feeling of love. He left Malta for Italy where he spent ten years until the ultimate demise of his godfather forced him to return home to Malta.His return to Malta catches everyone off-guard especially now that he is no longer the poor boy but a rich man whose investments span the entire elite society businesses.Will Wade be able to open his heart again to Vaughn after the heartbreak that ended in him leaving Malta? The Art Collector and His Billionaire Lover is created by Anna Baibe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China.
He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them.
He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings.
Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming.
Note:
This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism.
Cover by MichelleLeeee
I have nothing to lose but to gain everything if I can't do this. I'm just three days away from losing everything. I'm so grateful that my parents aren't around to see me like this. I'm about to auction off the last thing of value I have to gain everything back.
He's completely a stranger. I am not allowed to have a glimpse of him, not even on the first night of our. I am not a normal bride, but purchased by him in an auction. He's the highest bidder and the king of the dark world.
“Get up and strip”
The unknown man commanded, his deep voice reverberated through the room bringing me out of my ogling phase.
I stared on mortified as sudden realization hit me. I’ve just been bought for a one night stand by this unbelievably handsome man, but that means I’ll loose my virginity tonight!.
Feeling his piercing gaze at me, I get up to undress but instinctively move towards the counter for a glass to alleviate the burning feeling creeping through my veins.
“God damn it!, why won’t it bulge, I’m positive this zipper is determined to ruin my life”. I said underneath my breath as I dare not spare him a glance.
I gulped as I summoned courage to meet his fierce gaze and with an almost inaudible tone I pleaded
“It won’t bulge, can you help me?”
He closed the gap between us with long strides while I subconsciously retreated till I hit the wall,
my breathe hitched as he locked my lips.
“Pah!”
The sound of a slap resounded through the room,
My eyes filled with terror as I raised my hands to cover my mouth.
What have I done? I asked mentally still stunned at my action.
“How dare you!” He roared and I knew I was done for!.
What would happen if a legitimate but outcast daughter of one of the prestigious families decides to sell her body for money and unexpectedly gets into a contract marriage with a cold blooded mafia boss? Will their encounter be just a one night stand? Why would the world’s richest and powerful tyrant choose to enter a marriage of convenience? Find out in <<<Auctioned to a Mafia boss>>> Disclaimer: the book cover isn’t mine, credit goes to google
STORY BLURB:
“50 million dollars! Sold!” The auctioneer announced.
Right there, I was sold out to my worst nightmare, Mafia Lord Vincenzo.
The story is centered on Melissa, who lost her parents at a tender age, and was taken in by her aunt. She was maltreated by both her aunt, and her cousin.
Melissa was then sold out to an auctioneer, and was bought by Mafia Lord Vincenzo, who was feared by all, and known to be ruthless, and cold.
Could her innocence, and pure heart, ever thaw the cold, and feared Mafia Lord’s heart, or her smile would forever disappear, after being sold to him?
You know, the Mona Lisa's smile isn't just mysterious—it's downright sneaky if you ask me. There's this wild theory that Leonardo da Vinci painted her with a hidden musical score in her eyes! Some musicologists claim the brushstrokes in her pupils match Renaissance-era notes, like Da Vinci's personal signature hidden in plain sight. Imagine if we could decode it—maybe it's a lost melody he composed while procrastinating on commissions.
And don't even get me started on the landscape behind her. That winding river? Rumor has it it's a coded map to some secret alchemy lab in Florence. The man was obsessed with puzzles, and I wouldn't put it past him to leave a treasure hunt in his most famous work. Every time I see that painting, I half-expect her to wink and hand me a riddle.