Chapter 53
Author: Anakin Detour
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Andrew Blake.

A name that made even the most hardened men pause.

The son of General Maxwell Blake—commander of Ravenmoor’s military elite and architect of countless secret wars. The Blake family was one of the Seven Pillars of the city. Arrogant. Dangerous. Feared. And Andrew? He never lost a bid. Ever.

Tonight was no different.

Hands buried casually in his pockets, Andrew smirked as he stood from his seat, eyes gleaming with triumph. “One billion,” he said coolly. “And I take her home tonight.”

The entire hall fell silent.

Mouths hung open.

“He’s serious?”

“No one’s beating that…”

“Fucking hell, it’s Blake…”

Hannah’s heart sank. Her knees wobbled. Her lips trembled as she closed her eyes. Jadden… please... where are you?

The host cleared his throat quickly, adjusting his collar as he forced a smile. “V-Very well then. Sold! One billion to Mr. Blake! She’s all yours, sir.”

Andrew walked toward the stage with a casual arrogance only a man like him could wear. He ascended slowly, like a
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