Her Auction
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"This could be that once in a lifetime chance, Kore."
"You will be the diamond of this auction, all eyes will be on you, they will go all out to get you, because you are a Mortimer, and in Crims'On that may be a bad thing, but out of here it ain't. Not even in Hell is, if you want to know."
"I don't want to know," I scowled at the idea.
"Well, either way, the auction stars from lady number 1 and ends on lady number 10, the 10th is the diamond, and the highest bids always go to the 9th and the 10th ladies. This year, mom is making sure we'll break her record. So, she will rise one hundred million mahjs in each lady, which I shouldn't be telling you as I signed an NDA about it, but it seems like you need to know to possibly rethink that depressing decision of yours. There's always only one lady from Crims'On, except on my mom's aucton because she was the diamond, and the Crims'On ladies are always the diamonds, so you will be number 10, the last one."
Justine nodded, "The 1st girl will be auctioned for more than 100 million mahjs, Kore, because the price always rises above the first bid, always. By the time your turn comes, the bid will start in 1 billion mahjs, and it will rise exponentially and probably go up to 10 billion if not more, because you are a Mortimer after all and more than 50 out of the 100 males handpicked for it by Grég's mom will be there solely to buy you, to marry you and get their offsprings out of your bloodline. Because that's what the auction is about, it's not sex slaves or some shit, it's to buy them a suitable wife from an important bloodline, so they can have even stronger children, and there ain't no bloodline more wanted than yours right now."
"All the other nine girls will be getting 10% out of their selling price!"
Clenching my jaw, I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you open to bargain?"
Their eyes widened as if they had not expected me to say that, "Yes!"
"I know how much I'm worth, and it's a very, very high price, and if I'm the one on the line of fire here, plus I know the power my bloodline carries, just as I know the weight and the consequences of it. I want more than 10%. I want 20%!" That could make me a billionaire, I might never be able to be one aside from this.
Justine gasped and he swallowed, "15%!" He tried to bargain.
Bitch, I'm more expensive than that. "25%, non-negotiable!" I exclaimed.
"That's a bloody lot," they gasped.
"I ain't asking for 50%, am I? I could, given how much I know for a fact that your family craves to sell me. I'm asking for 25%, that's ¼ of what you will get by selling me off to whoever. What if a bastard from Hell buys me? That would be a fucking nightmare, so, this is damage control. If you can guarantee me that I will get 25% and be a billionaire by doing this stupidity, I will do it!"
They shared a look and back to me, "I promise in the name of the Styx."
I grinned mischievously, "Well, you better back that up, sunny boy."
"But you have to promise too!" He exclaimed.
So, I raised my hand, "I promise, that if you keep your promise, and give me 25% of the profit you gain on my back, with no taxes or complaints, I will be as agreeable as possible and take part of this year's Valentine's Auction to sell me off to marry a stranger, in the name of the Styx."
LoserOrLover · Fantasy
