Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Attractive Billioaire 1 It was dusk, and the sky was dim. An expensive wedding car slowly pulled into the Brooks family villa.
However, the groom wasn't in the car. Because the groom... was dead. David Ellison was the eldest son in his family. He had
accidentally ingested poison, and, despite much effort to resuscitate him, the doctors had declared him brain dead. Only his
heart continued to beat faintly, but it could stop at any moment. David's grandfather, Richard Ellison, was superstitious, which
was why he insisted on finding a wife for David before he died. He wanted a marriage for luck for his grandson. He had searched
across the city for a woman willing to marry David. As a reward, he's willing to pay... Five billion dollars! No matter how powerful
and influential his family was, it was near impossible to find someone who would willingly let their daughter marry a man who
was basically dead. However, the Brooks family actually accepted his proposal. Caroline, dressed in a red bridal gown and veil,
looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. "Miss Caroline, it's time. The car is waiting downstairs," the butler reminded her.
"Let's go." "Alright." Caroline stood up and got into the car without looking back at her house. If she married David, she would
inevitably become a widow someday. But she would also bear the name Mrs. Ellison, it was certainly a title that commanded
respect. No one would dare bully her again. And if I stayed with my family? I'll be nothing more than a lowly step-daughter, I'll
constantly be at the mercy of others. Caroline thought. Caroline knew that she had always been a pawn to her step-parents, they
always used her as they pleased. Even if she didn't marry David, she would eventually be married off to someone else for their
benefit. Marrying a dead man doesn't seem so bad, at least I'll get to live a quiet life. When Caroline looked out of the car
window, she realized, This isn't the road to the Ellison residence! "Are you going the wrong way?" She asked the driver. "Nope."
"But this isn't the direction to the Ellison residence," she replied firmly, a growing unease stirred within her. "Stop the car!" Instead
of stopping, the driver stepped on the gas. Moments later, a strange aroma filled the car. When she realized something was
wrong, it was already too late. Her head tilted backward, and she lost consciousness. At a hotel suite. Caroline woke up, still
feeling dizzy. Her body was weak and powerless. There were voices coming from outside the room. "The Brooks family sure
knows how to do business. First, they earned five billion just by agreeing to marry off their daughter, then, they sold her away to
another man to earn another big sum." "She's adopted anyway, so why should they care?" Another voice replied. "They have
raised her for over twenty years, they have to recoup their costs somehow." "How heartless, the Ellison family had already paid
them so much, and they're still this greedy." Caroline heard every word clearly. Only then did she understand that all of this was
orchestrated by her step-parents! Before sending her to the Ellison family, they had sold her to a wealthy man at a hotel for her
virginity. After all, with David on the verge of death, there was no way he could or would ever touch her. Caroline bit her lip hard.
Even though I'm adopted, I'm still a living, breathing person. Even an owner would feel some attachment to their pet after raising
it for twenty years, how can they treat me like this? Thud, thud, thud. Steady footsteps approached from afar and stopped at the
door. Caroline felt her heart skip a beat. The man who had bought her had finally arrived! The room was pitch black, there was
not a single light on. The man walked straight to the bed without saying a word. He began to loosen his tie and undress himself.
Caroline couldn't see his face, only the outline of a tall figure. "No... Don't..." She let out a weak murmur. The man paused. Then,

he leaned over to rest both hands on both sides of her waist. His breathing was heavy, and his body burned like fire.
"Everything's been arranged, and now you want to back out?" His voic
e was magnetic, raspy, and cold. "Stop pretending to be so noble."