The Auctioned Wife: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage

The wooden box hidden in the back of my husband's desk wasn't a gift for me. Inside sat a diamond ring far more expensive than my own, engraved with a single name: *Else*.

Else was the woman Derek swore was just his sister.

That night, feigning sleep, I heard him laughing on the phone with his best friend.

"Don't worry," Derek said, his voice cold and bored. "The bet is almost over. She was just a placeholder until Else came back. Once the assets are transferred, we auction her off to the highest bidder."