1 My younger sister, blessed with a naturally prolific constitution, severed all ties with our family to marry her DINK hybrid husband. A year later, I was invited to a hybrid auction, only to find my sister on the stage, being put up for bid. My sister, heavily pregnant, sobbed as she clutched Rhys Thorne's pant leg. "Husband, I haven't betrayed you. This really is our child." Rhys, arm wrapped around a delicate woman, sneered, kicking her down. "How the hell could I, a sterile hybrid, get you pregnant? Being poor is bad enough, but don't you dare try to make me a cuckold!" My sister knelt on the stage, her body trembling uncontrollably. I sat in the VIP box, idly turning the freshly acquired glowing pearl in my hand, and instructed my butler. "The young madam has had enough playtime outside. It's time to bring her home." No one who dared to trifle with the Lockwood family would escape. The butler was about to turn and retrieve my sister when I narrowed my eyes, raising a hand to stop him. "Let's wait a moment. The young madam needs to see that scumbag for who he truly is." Mr. Davies, the auction house president, sitting nearby, overheard my conversation with the butler and his eyes widened in shock. I sighed. "Mr. Davies, your invitation to this hybrid auction has certainly opened my eyes." Mr. Davies immediately stood, wiping sweat from his brow, not daring to meet my gaze. "Madam Lockwood, it's my failure. To think the young madam..." I impatiently clicked my tongue. The next second, Mr. Davies was escorted away. I looked out at the crowd in the hall. Many of the men stared at my sister with a leering, possessive gaze. "Tsk, tsk, a pregnant woman truly has a certain allure." "Wonder how many months along she is? The feel must be incredibly soft and supple." Filthy whispers filled the air, making my sister's knuckles turn white. Rhys, arm around Amy Vance, laughed from below the stage. "Auction's open! Once you buy her, she's yours to do with as you please." Laughter erupted from the crowd. "Alright! I can't wait." My sister looked at Rhys in disbelief, her lips pale. "You're going to auction me? I'm leaving!" Rhys brandished a document. "Open your eyes and look. This is a bondage contract. Your ownership now belongs to me. I can dispose of you however I wish." My sister picked up the agreement, her eyes growing wider with horror as she read. "You said these were all promises of your love for me? Why is this a bondage contract?" Rhys shrugged, putting on an innocent expression. "You were too busy having fun in bed to even read the words. I told you to sign, and you signed." My sister collapsed onto the ground, a picture of utter hopelessness. My heart clenched, and I traced the patterns on the glowing pearl in my hand. Hybrid bondage contracts held legal weight; there was no way to dissolve them except by mutual agreement. Rhys continued, "This is what happens when you dare to accuse Amy. But don't worry, my hybrid brothers are far more... robust than I am." My sister suddenly looked at Amy Vance. "I didn't accuse her! She's the one colluding with outsiders to steal our company!" Amy leaned against Rhys's shoulder, a provocative smile gracing her lips as she looked at my sister. "Oh, dear, little sister, how could you cheat on Rhys? He's been so good to you, and yet you secretly got pregnant. How shameless. It's a good thing his company grew so large without a woman like you meddling. Otherwise, what if you'd stabbed him in the back again?" I rested my chin on my hand, my eyes churning with dark thoughts. If it weren't for wanting my sister's life with Rhys to be better, why would I have secretly invested in his company? And my sister, dressed in plain, threadbare clothes, was so gaunt. She barely looked like a Lockwood heiress. Clearly, Rhys hadn’t spent a dime on her. "Butler, contact the company I invested in over there. Withdraw all funds immediately. I want Rhys Thorne to be penniless and buried under a mountain of debt." It seemed my sister's past year had been truly terrible. My sister clutched the hem of her worn shirt, stubbornly explaining, "I didn't cheat! This is Rhys's and my child!" She softened her voice, turning back to Rhys. "I told you I have a highly fertile constitution. You never said anything against it back then." Rhys raised the wine glass in his hand and smashed it towards my sister. "You're fertile, so why did you come to me? Didn't you know I'm DINK? You're disgusting!" Rhys's eyes suddenly darted, and he burst out laughing. "A highly fertile constitution! I'm raising the starting bid!" 2 The laughter of the men around her felt like ropes tightening, threatening to choke my sister. The spotlight shone on her, leaving her nowhere to hide. "That figure, whoa, quite appealing." "Want to get pregnant? I can help with that." "I can too. I'm a snake hybrid; I'll definitely satisfy you." My sister's face flashed from white to red, utterly lost for a retort. Faced with the surging emotions of the crowd, she instinctively stepped back. Her foot slipped, and she fell off the stage. I immediately rose, my heart pounding, watching her. Thankfully, she quickly stood up, stumbling back to the corner of the stage. This prevented the surrounding men from taking advantage. Amy Vance stretched her lips into a smirk. "Little sister, you truly are shameless. Even pregnant, you're so eager to throw yourself into other men's arms?" Rhys's mocking expression froze, his eyes fixed on my sister on stage. My sister, frantic, screamed back, "I am not your sister, you worthless hag! My real sister is a thousand times better than you!" I was touched. Seeing my sister like this reminded me of her when we were children. Whenever anyone spoke ill of me, she would retort like that, always putting me first. But ever since that smooth-talking Rhys had fooled my innocent sister, our arguments grew more frequent. In the end, she even severed ties with my family, the Lockwoods, for that man. Rhys laughed. "Oh, you have a sister? She's probably just as loose as you are. Why didn't you ever mention her?" My sister's chest heaved rapidly. "You impotent fool, shut up! Don't you dare speak about my sister like that!" Rhys roared, enraged. "Start the auction now! I'd like to see whose bed you'll die in!" The moment my sister's shirt was ripped open, revealing her swollen, pregnant belly, the atmosphere in the hall reached a fever pitch. Men's greedy gazes clung to her, drooling with desire. The host's booming voice cut through the noisy hall. "Starting bid: two million dollars!" "Ha! Fifty thousand, and a fertile woman makes it four times that!" "I'll bid! All I need is a woman to bear me pups!" "Four million!" "I'll offer five million!" "I'll offer seven million!" As the bids climbed higher and higher, the joy on Rhys's face became impossible to suppress. "I never thought this woman would be worth so much money." "Seven million, going once! Any more?" The host's voice sounded like a sentence of endless torment for my sister. I was about to signal the butler to bid when my sister spoke. "I offer fifty million to buy myself back." The entire hall fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted in deafening laughter. "Fifty million? This woman must be crazy. How could a destitute woman get fifty million?" "Rhys, you didn't give her money, did you?" "Looks like she hooked up with another man who gave her money, isn't he the father of that child?" "Rhys, you didn't get ripped off. After all, no matter whose money she used, you're still making a profit off her." The mocking laughter of Rhys's cronies left him humiliated. His gaze turned sinister. "Where did you get so much money?" Amy Vance also sat up straight, covering her mouth. "Fifty million. If you can't come up with it, you're going to jail." My sister bit her lip, then removed a pair of earrings from her ears. She carefully placed them before the host. "These earrings should be enough." It was then I realized these were the earrings I had given my sister as a gift. These earrings were worth far more than fifty million. But my sister only knew they were priceless, not their exact value, which is why she offered them as a fifty-million-dollar bid. The people in the hall looked disdainful. "These things are worth fifty million?" However, after the staff verified them, everyone was stunned. "The auction bid is valid." Rhys was even more shocked. "How do you have something so valuable?" Amy Vance's face also turned ashen. "Did you steal this from me?" I pursed my lips, looking at Amy Vance's face with disgust. Steal? She spoke with such self-righteousness. My sister stood on the stage, lightly sweeping her gaze over them both below. "Fifty million. Does anyone want to raise the bid?" Instantly, no one dared to make another move. Fifty million was no small sum for them. I sat back down, leaning against the sofa in the VIP box, filled with admiration for my sister's sudden courage. This was the aura my sister, a Lockwood heiress, should possess. "Fifty million, going once. Fifty million, going twice." Just as the host called out the third time, a man suddenly raised his paddle and stood up. "Seventy million. This woman, she's mine." 3 The people in the auction hall gasped, a collective sharp intake of breath. "Who is that? So arrogant!" "Hiss, that looks like the young master of the Sterling family." "The Sterling family! The Sterlings who practically control Newport City?" Jaxon Sterling leaned back on the couch in his private box, one leg crossed over the other, casually chewing gum. My sister's face instantly drained of color. Those around who didn't know Jaxon Sterling's background, seeing his arrogance, scoffed. "Who's this brat, so desperate for this woman? I bet he's got a low sperm count, hahahahaha." Some of the hybrids around them laughed along, while those in the know quietly retreated, fearing they might be implicated. Jaxon Sterling's expression remained unchanged, his smile deepening. The next second, the hybrid who had scoffed was struck by a tranquilizer dart and fell straight to the ground. He was immediately dragged out by a group of large, burly men, and a moment later, agonizing screams echoed from outside. Everyone present was terrified. Jaxon Sterling stood up, casually spitting out his gum. "This is human territory. You animals should kneel and let me butcher you." I rubbed my fingers together, immediately instructing the butler to investigate this Jaxon Sterling. Soon, the butler handed me a file. Jaxon Sterling, young master of the Sterling family. And this Sterling family had grown powerful through the charity of the Lockwood family. A few years ago, this Jaxon Sterling was convicted of abusing hybrids and sentenced to prison, only to be bailed out a few days later and sent abroad. He had only been brought back by the Sterling family after the scandal had died down. Jaxon Sterling, having been abroad, likely didn't know my sister's true identity. "Looks like he's still a brutal one." If my sister fell into his hands, she certainly wouldn't live past tomorrow. The butler saw where my gaze was directed and immediately understood my thoughts. He bowed and said, "Madam, I will deal with him immediately." I was furious, but I managed to suppress my anger, my voice cold. "Wait. I want these few thrown into the Hybrid Arena for auction together." As I was thinking, I suddenly saw Jaxon Sterling had already descended from his box and stepped onto the stage. "Tsk, tsk, a belly this big... if you gently slice it open with a small knife, it would be incredibly satisfying." "The embryo inside should be mature by now." Jaxon Sterling's finger lightly brushed my sister's belly. My sister recoiled in terror. "No! I don't want it!" Jaxon Sterling smiled cruelly. "You're mine now. What don't you want? Hmm?" Just as he was about to make a move, I signaled the management to announce a mid-auction break. Jaxon Sterling, satisfied, roughly pulled my sister and tried to leave, but was stopped by the staff. Jaxon Sterling was impatient. "You want to stop me?" The staff bowed deeply. "We certainly don't want to stop you, sir. It's just that this young lady isn't yours yet. You can't take her." Jaxon Sterling frowned. "I bid seventy million. Is someone else raising the bid? Then I'll follow." The staff quickly waved their hands. "No one has raised the bid, sir. It's simply a mid-auction break. Your bid hasn't been finalized yet, and the auction hasn't concluded." Jaxon Sterling flung my sister aside, then grabbed the manager's collar, about to curse him, but stopped. He didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. "Fine. I'll wait. Let's see who dares to raise the bid." He turned to my sister. "My seventy million. You'd better wait obediently." I tightly clutched my phone, dialing a number. "If you don't want your youngest son anymore, I can help you take care of him."
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