“Marriage Auction. Me?” Anya’s blood froze, teacup trembling. Her parents’ hushed panic bled through the walls: “Bankrupt… Blackwoods… our only salvation.” Salvation whispered like a wicked promise. The Blackwood billionaires – legends of ruthless control. Alistair and his sons, Damien and Caspian. Anya, unwillingly bartered. “Livestock? Auctioned to… those Blackwoods?” she hissed. Blackwood Manor awaits. Cold stone and hotter desires. Will Anya be claimed at the auction block? Or will she be the one doing the claiming?