My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 58: Wife for sale ( Killian’s POV )

Chapter 58: Wife for sale ( Killian’s POV )

I’ve been living on nothing, but crumbs for the last two weeks.

Since the restaurant scene happened-

I was left to stand with Cassian in the mass of displeased influencers and celebrities while the news teams burned our skin with the professional lights.

Security didn’t do too much. The poor staff responsible for safety consisted of two young men-

Fresh out of the highschool gym bros given their looks.

They were in over their heads.

But we had luck on our side that night-

A very pregnant lady yelled about her water breaking, turning all the heads and cameras towards her.

She obtained all the attention long enough for the Prime Minister and me to get out of their vision. Just like rats, hunched back and tangled with each other while stumbling for an exit.

I couldn’t even channel a New York rat and show a little attitude-

As we made room in a backroom of the employees, I could hear someone scoffing loudly:

"You just knock up your water glass. You’re fine!"

Guess the riot turned against the pregnant lady. The people probably hovering and yelling at her for allowing us to disappear-

Although unintentionally-

Made the poor woman go into actual labour.

Not that anyone cared anymore.

"That little f—ker! After all I did for him!"

"He’s been through hell and back. I am sure he didn’t mean to invent all those things about you."

I tried to sound as genuine as I could, but my voice kept wavering from low to high. It ended up sounding like a teen’s.

Not that Cassian would actually concentrate on my yapping or my opinions at all.

He was responding more to himself, wiggling himself in words of self-pity and narcissism:

"Of course it was true, but that’s just the standard method to raise your kids. What could a brat like him understand about any of this anyway?"

His neck was erect, veins pulsing threateningly under the loose skin. Drool was coming out of his mouth as he was speaking, dismissing any class the Armani outfit he was wearing could have given.

"But the Minister of Housing and Urban Affairs chemically castrated his son just to make sure he won’t act up until marriage, the Minister of Finance had his daughter locked up in the house until the day of her wedding. But I am a bad dad? For disciplining a bratty entitled omega?"

He scoffed like he just talked about the weather being bad this week. His eyes were unfocused while his hands moved frantically.

"Kids these days. So oblivious to how lucky they are!"

"Your mistake was bringing Emiliano Sanchez into this. He made Luther more afraid of him than of you."

My tone - thank, God - sounded convincing enough for him to nod along. My strategy was not to approve any of the torture methods my poor Luther had to endure while growing up, but channel his fury from Luther to Emiliano.

After all, what chances could an underground lord of pharmaceuticals and night work have against the Prime Minister of that country?

Cassian must have recorded their meetings or conversations, right?

"You’re right. That b-st-rd even dared to threaten me! Me!"

His low, very wet chuckle hit not only the walls with the resonance, but my face with drool as well. Disgusting.

"I’m gonna destroy him. No, I am gonna sacrifice him slowly and painfully. Just wait, by the end of next week he will be my b—ch!"

"Don’t you think he is too dangerous?"

He scrunched his brows while pressing his lips into a thin line. The view was rather humorous with the boiled tomatoes dripping down his face and shirt, but the man was serious. And he deeply disliked my intervention in his grand monologue.

"I am just saying, Luther’s lingering affection that developed under the trauma could push him to save Emiliano from your grip. He just sold you out and left with him. What’s stopping him from doing it again?"

Cassian blinked a few times while gazing at me- as he was trying hard to make his vision not blurry and get what I was saying. After a moment that felt more or less like an eternity, he said:

"A husband."

"Huh?"

"A husband would stop him. Nonetheless, I see your point. I’ll dispose of him in two weeks and then sell Luther away to a good family to make sure he doesn’t act out. Since the sob story, I could wriggle his way into a political marriage we could both benefit from."

"After tonight’s fiasco, do you think anyone would accept Luther?"

One shadow of a doubt. That’s all I need. Luther can’t get away from Emiliano just to become a baby maker for another pest. Luther is mine!

"We’ll see, we’ll see. I can be pretty convincing. But if it all falls apart, are you still interested?"

"Of course."

"I’ll keep that in mind. Since I don’t want to drag things out, I’ll put on an auction next week. You will receive an invitation there too. Bring Lucrezia too. I don’t do business with kids."

"An auction?"

The words barely passed the lump in my throat. A drop of sweat was sliding coldly down my spine. Oh no!

"For Luther. He isn’t damaged goods yet: no visible bruises, no markings and -most importantly- no pregnancy."

"Can’t you- I want- Could you just give him to me? I am the best match, aren’t I? The heir of the biggest pharmaceutical company, the future creator of toxic omega’s pheromone blockers for daily use. Who could be better?"

I knew as soon as I could hear myself talking- I screwed up. Big time. The words came out too frantically, borderline senseless. A pathetic plea. Any hope of negotiation was vanished since a businessman like him was the one whom I hoped to make a deal with.

You lost a business where the other party has all the power in the bargaining. Business Course 101.

"Omega’s blockers, huh?"

He hummed intrigued.

F—k. That was confidential.

"You might just stand a chance, young man! Sadly for you, the heir of the import tycoon and the CEO of Plutus Bank- the biggest one in our country- are both interested."

What?

But one is barely a graduate and the other is the same age as you! How could- how would that even be possible?

I feel my pulse rising, making my arm veins throb uncontrollably, threatening to pop off under my skin. If I drop dead here right now, I’ll miss the auction, leaving Luther to either babysit or to elderly care.

So I left my head low and slightly nodded, accepting my defeat. It was the safest option. I couldn’t make a scene and risk my invitation and I couldn’t kill the old man. Not when people saw us leaving together. I would be the prime suspect.

Nobody wants to buy from a company represented by a murder suspect after all.

Cassian patted my shoulder a bit too upbeat for a man who had tomatoes thrown at him a few moments ago. Who’s consoling who, dude?

"Don’t give up, kiddo, fight for your love!"

His words were stumbling between wet chuckles so much, I was about to ask the waiter for a bib. The too garlicky breath from the free bread the restaurant gives was making it unbearable.

A week later, I was in the Prime Minister’s mansion with a large bunch of men. Too much not to look suspicious.

From barely legal kids that are not even allowed to drink yet to men so old they need to hold their denture while chewing, making their dental problem everybody’s business.

The Prime Minister appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a champagne glass like he was trying to cosplay Gasby.

"Time was not merciful to him.", my aunt scoffed.

She agreed to come to this function without much thought. Lucrezia has been acting like a different person since Emiliano’s incident- much quieter and mysterious.

I know she is plotting something, but I can’t bring myself to ask. I’ve stepped out of my place enough this month and I can’t be disposed of yet.

"Thank you all for coming! I look forward to seeing whose hand I will entrust not only my son, but my power too."

The Prime Minister’s words quiet down the mass of gossip and connections downstairs.

"Where is your son?", an old gentleman asked.

"Luther is still secluded at this moment. But I am sure you know how he looks and acts. After all, what is a wife without a bit of kick to it? You could have soulless weeds to play doll, but at home? You could have fun training a brat."

I see the mass smelling amused. My stomach turned, making me nauseous to the point of throwing up.

I swallowed the bitter gastric acid and kept my face straight. All that matters is winning Luther.

"So can’t we take him for a taste drive first?", a young voice spoke up, making the crowd laugh and applaud.

This was the aristocracy of our world- a bunch of pigs of all ages interested only in power, money and lust.

No.

Interested only in themselves.

"If you drink the milk until the cow is dry, who will buy the cow in the end?"

Cassian responded smiling, amplifying the already loud bunch.

Safe to say, nobody, but one person at that gathering knew that-

Those might be the last speech the Prime Minister will hold for a public before getting killed that night.