Sold to the cold hearted tycoon
“Let me make this clear to you, princess. I own you. I f*cking bought you. Whatever order I give, you obey.”
“You don’t own me, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is! I have no business with you. I’m leaving!” I snapped, moving past him — but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist.
“It’s Luca. Luca Stone,” he said, his voice low and final. “And from today onward, this is where you live. Don’t make me repeat myself twice.”
He released my hand and walked out, leaving me frozen in place.
My jaw dropped. Did he just say Luca Stone? The billionaire Luca Stone the man known for his good looks, his ruthlessness, his empire. I wasn’t just sold to anyone. I was sold to him.
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