Lord Hollow , Brad Hollow is a childless widower who often sleeps with noble women and girls and treats them like prostitutes.
Don't let this auction stop at that jerk! I don't want to spend time on a date with him, let alone an hour or two, even a minute I won't stand it. Please…. God...give me your miracle...
"Is there another bidder? Lord Brad made a big bid…" the host shouted. The room is still silent, there is no other antidote.
My heart feels like it's going to explode... because I'm panicking, I'm scared... this is my nightmare. The figure of Brad is a masked monster who will destroy my already dark life. Please…please…
Then there is a sweet voice, and it is like I was being shone by the light of heaven. A voice came from the left side, and a board is raised.
"Eight hundred thousand dollars!" a sweet, blonde man with an unbelievably astonishing smile. Ah... I know him! He is Leo, one of Ammy's friends who I once met. He is a doctor who is often assigned to remote areas. A noble without a word jerk and arrogant. My type! Ugh… how ignorant I am!
I smiled at Leo. Yes… he is my prince on white horse… my savior. I hope I'll just go on a date with Leo. So it's a good dream versus a nightmare I'll fight. Hopefully my prince will win. Leo! Hang on!
We looked at each other, Leo smiled at me... a smile that soothed my heart... and my troubled soul. Hopefully...hopefully...
"One million dollars!" shouted that annoying hoarse voice again.
My heart hurts, agh... is it possible that this event will be canceled if I faint?
"One Million dollars from Lord Brad… a fantastic offer… you have an extraordinary social spirit… My Lord…" said the host.
Maybe my face is pale right now, my legs don't seem to want to work together to stand up properly, I'm already shaking violently. Can Leo offer more? Does he have that much money?
"Anyone else want to bid? One million dollars…? Miss Diandra… you must be blushing and proud… someone would bid you that much… this is the biggest offer today… amazing… amazing…" The talkative host is too enthusiastic. Is he dazzled by that much money?
What did he say? Happy? Cheated? Has he gone mad? I'm desperately cursing Brad's name in my head! I don't want to date him. I prayed that he wouldn't be the one asking me out at the end of the show.
"Oh... Dear God. My Lord... please grant me your miracle... save me from this nightmare.... Amen." I mumbled blankly at the man called Lord Brad.
The man doesn't look at me, he is smugly chatting with his tablemates, laughing heartily. What an asshole!
"One…for the One million dollar offer!" The presenter knocked with the hammer he had brought with him.
No sound.
"Two…"
No sound.
"Three! Lord Brad's offer, One million dollars for a date with Miss Diandra Roberts … congrats! And thank you…please take your date…Lord Brad….behind the podium." Said the presenter.
While my feet move by themselves towards the back of the podium. I'm in shock.
I felt my hands being squeezed by someone who is very excited, the hands are soft and there is a floral fragrance that seemed expensive, this must be Ammy. I tried to blink my eyes... searching for awareness. And sure enough… Amelia smiled ten thousand mega watts at me, with a small jump.
"You are amazing… you are the star! You….a miracle…." she said while jumping up and down. I feel like pinching this woman in front of me until she hurts. Miracle she said? This is a curse!
There is a whooshing sound from behind Ammy, and we all turned to where it is coming from. Who else but Lord Brad. Ammy stood next to me and thanked the man for spending that much money to donate. Ammy's chatter is only answered by an arrogant grunt from the rude-faced man.
"I don't have time tonight… I want a date tomorrow at ten in the morning. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby of the Amaris hotel, and I hope you'll be on time." He said then walked away without me giving my consent.
We fell silent, still fascinated by the human arrogance. Ammy then smiled reassuringly.
"At least you can sleep tonight, you can have breakfast with home tomorrow? Or brunch? Cheer-up Di… you saved dozens of lives with your precious self."
If only she weren't my friend. If only she weren't an aristocrat… if only she weren't the one who helped me over and over again when I was struck by misfortune. I'm sure I'd be strangling Ammy right now for saying that. Even though she clearly knows ... that I am afraid of the figure of Brad Hollow ... he is an arrogant man whose figure is exactly the same as my nightmare. The figure of a big tall man who at my husband's death came and stabbed his dagger in Charlie's stomach…who is still wearing his white tuxedo. The masked man who stained my wedding gown with blood…the man who traumatized me for several years and kept me locked up in my little house, crying alone.
Only Ammy knows, I've been afraid of Brad because of that similarity. Same posture, height, messy hair, even the same way of walking… I've always concluded that he is the killer of my husband, Charlie, who died in our happy moment, on my wedding day and my eternal lover.
So far, the police have not been able to reveal who killed Charlie, even though it has been more than five years. Until the case is closed…there's no justice for my husband, that's why I hate these nobles…they are cunning… and use their money to buy everything, including the law. Although I don't have definitive proof…but I'm sure the culprit is Brad. And now he also won the dating auction. Does he have plans to kill me too? Does he hold a grudge. Oh no? Should I report to the police first? Or... should I make a will? Just so people know… if I die after this, then the culprit is Brad? He is a cold-blooded mafia!
"Calm down Di... Brad is not such a jerk... lately he has changed... since his wife cheated on him... and finally he divorced... he doesn't change partners anymore... he has turned into a good man?" Amy smiled a little. I could tell from my best friend's face that she herself isn't sure about the story.