Spoil Me, My Mafia Lord

Isabelle's body froze with terror. Her hands trembled as she quickly looked at Sebastian. She wanted to scream, but she only bit her lower lip to hold back the burning rage in her heart. Sebastian was her boyfriend, the man she had been with for six years and was about to marry him.

But recently, she discovered his true nature, as well as his real intentions towards her. Sebastian was planning to sell her as a sex slave.

Isabelle fought back tears, clenching her fists.

The client will be here soon," Sebastian said, a cold arrogance in his voice. "They'll love you, and they should. It's time to collect on all my investments, especially the money I spent on you for the past six years."

Isabelle trembled with anger and pain. She thought all of Sebastian's help, from his care to his financial support for her college education, was a sign of his love. But now, everything was clear. Every kindness from Sebastian had a hidden price, something she never imagined.

In their six years together, she had loved him unconditionally. Until she witnessed the true nature of Sebastian's life – a life full of deceit and evil.

Isabelle closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. She would never allow herself to cry for a monster like Sebastian. It was a good thing she discovered his real plan before it was too late. But even though she knew the truth, she was powerless for now.

Sebastian's grip on her was tight, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her.

Isabelle scanned the surroundings, taking in the scene. A grand party was in full swing, with glittering lights, booming music, and guests dressed in expensive attire. But despite the opulence and vibrant scene, she felt danger lurking in every corner.

As each second ticked by, she felt her nightmare drawing closer. Three men approached them. They were dressed in black tuxedos, their large frames radiating strength and menace. Isabelle couldn't help but tremble with fear as she felt their heavy gazes fixed on her.

"Is she the one you were talking about, Sebastian?" one of the men asked.

"Yes, it's her," Sebastian replied, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Isn't she captivating just to look at?" Isabelle felt a sharp pang in her chest as she heard Sebastian's words. Even though she had accepted the truth, even though she knew his love for her had been a lie for six years, his words still stung. It was as if she was just a worthless object, being sold for money.

"The boss will definitely like her. He's been eagerly waiting for this moment, ever since you sent him the photos," one of the men said, his eyes raking over Isabelle from head to toe.

"All the women you have sold to the organization are perfect."

"But this one is special," Sebastian said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Her body is beautifully curved, her skin is smooth, and most importantly, her face is stunning. I'm sure those at the top will be very pleased."

Isabelle heard every word, and she wanted to cover her ears or run away from these dangerous men. Each word felt like a needle piercing her heart.

"She's still a virgin," Sebastian added, grinning smugly. "I've never touched her. Maximo will be even happier." Isabelle looked at Sebastian, and in that moment, she finally understood that the man she had once loved so deeply was gone. The person standing before her was a monster, devoid of conscience and compassion.

After Sebastian had conversation with the men, Isabelle was dragged away from the party. They walked down a dark hallway, illuminated only by flickering lights. The sound of the party music gradually faded as they moved further away from the crowd.

At the end of the hallway, a steel door loomed. Isabelle could feel a cold draft coming from inside the room. As they walked, her heart pounded faster. She knew this place could be the beginning of the most tragic part of her life.

The men didn't hesitate to enter, pulling Isabelle inside. She was met with a blindingly bright room, overflowing with luxury. The expensive space was adorned with a large, elegant chandelier above, making it look like a king's chamber.

As she scanned the room, she noticed men stripped bare, some of them clearly older. One of the men inside the room suddenly approached her. He was shirtless, his eyes bloodshot – as if he was drunk or out of his mind.

There were women lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious, while others sat on chairs, busy sniffing some kind of substance. In the center of the room, her gaze fell on a man sitting on a highchair, a throne fit for a king. He was the only one in the room wearing a tuxedo, holding a cigarette while his legs were crossed. His presence was different.

Isabelle felt his gaze fixed on her, sharp and filled with power. For some inexplicable reason, when their eyes met, a strange sensation washed over her. The fear she was feeling was briefly replaced by an unexpected feeling – like butterflies in her stomach.

"So, you're the woman Sebastian talked about, huh?" the man in front of Isabelle said coldly. His accent was clearly foreign, refined yet with a strong emphasis on each word.

"American?" she wondered to herself.

The man suddenly grabbed her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "You're beautiful. That explains why that bastard sold you at such a high price," he said, his tongue flicking out.

Isabelle's heart pounded as she noticed the other men slowly approaching. Their gazes made her feel an intense fear.

"God help me..." she whispered to herself. She was helpless as the American forced her to her knees. As he unbuckled his belt, Isabelle couldn't hold back her tears. The fabric of her dress was thin, so she felt every cold gaze fixed on her. In that moment, she desperately searched for a way to escape this place.

In front of her, the man stripped naked and exposed himself.

"Suck it for me, bitch," he commanded coldly, reaching for Isabelle's head. But before he could touch her, she suddenly stood up. In the midst of fear and desperation, an idea struck her – to ask for help from the man sitting in the back, the only one she thought had more power than the men surrounding her.

Isabelle nearly stumbled as she ran towards the man. As she got closer, she stared at his polished shoes, their shine almost blinding. His chair was so high, she could only reach his legs. She trembled, tears streaming down her face, as she gripped his leg tightly.

"Please, help me..." she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper from fear. "I'll do anything, just get me out of here."

Isabelle slowly raised her face. Despite the blur of her vision, she felt the man move and slowly rise from his seat. As she felt his presence, she realized he was more than just a threat. The man cupped her jaw and looked directly into her eyes.

"Then surrender your body." he asked, his voice cold but deep and sharp. "Your refusal means nothing to me."

As Isabelle stared at the man, she caught a glimpse of his physique – strong, perfect, like the models she only saw in magazines. His arms seemed capable of offering protection, but at the same time, she felt he was someone she couldn't trust easily.

Isabelle didn't know what to say. But in that moment, only one thing mattered – her survival. If she had to give herself to him to survive, she would.

Tears streamed down Isabelle's face as she nodded, her face filled with desperation.

"I'll give you everything you want," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "My body, even my soul, just save me and get me out of this place."