“That’d be worth any price if I could take her to bed for a night.”
The lewd shout sliced through the air, and Grayson’s face went from dark to darker by the second.
He clenched his fist but kept his voice low. “Honey, Alyssa was my woman once. You can’t just do this. Take the video down. If you’re angry, I’ll handle her myself.”
Handle her like what, kill her in bed? I laughed coldly. “Fine.”
Quickly, the video vanished cleanly from the screen.
Finally, Grayson let out a breath, but then his pupils suddenly widened as a huge gilded cage dropped from above the stage.
Alyssa was bound, her hands and feet tied, tape over her mouth. She shrank into a corner and trembled. Scars raked across half her body like a jagged landscape. Through her thin clothes, they showed plainly, stirring the crowd’s worst instincts.
The room exploded with noise. Men shouted bids like animals.
“One million! I want her!”
“Five million. She’s mine today!”
“Not a chance! I’ll bid the highest!”
I smiled, mild and sharp. “Grayson, auction the money for Alyssa and buy me a new wedding dress.”