Lethal Goddess: His Billion Dollar Darling Was Their Nightmare

Hidden away on a secluded island, the underground auction house glittered brightly, its glow stretching across the endless ocean that shut out the rest of the world.

This wasn't just any auction house. Only the rarest artifacts and the most unusual living creatures ever made it to its stage.

People whispered that as long as your money was right, there was almost nothing you couldn't buy here-not even life was off-limits if you were rich enough.

Tonight, the energy in the hall soared to its peak.

"For our last item, we present the star of tonight's event. A blood slave. Bidding begins at one hundred million dollars!"

The auctioneer's voice drew gasps and murmurs from the crowd.

"A blood slave? So basically just a slave. Who would even want that?"

"Is that really the big surprise? I expected something that would actually blow my mind. This just feels like a trick to keep us interested."

With the audience growing restless, a massive cage cloaked in black velvet dropped slowly from above, settling in the center of the stage.

The host swept the cover aside, and everyone stared at the woman inside, half-leaning against the bars.

Blinding lights forced her to narrow her eyes. She looked so delicate, barely concealed under sheer white fabric that traced every elegant line of her body. Her dark hair fanned out around her, so long and thick it made her pale skin seem to glow even more, almost as if she was something otherworldly.

Shock rippled through the room. The sight was unreal. Nobody expected someone so breathtaking to be put on display like this-a blood slave, offered up just to entertain the highest bidder.

Excitement pulsed through some, while others couldn't hide their skepticism, whispering doubts to those around them.

Raising his voice, the auctioneer addressed the crowd, saying, "By the authority of Heaven Island, I assure you, there's no one else like her anywhere on earth. She's the only living pharmaceutical miracle. Her blood cancels out every known toxin, her wounds heal in a blink, and anyone who possesses her can extend their life far beyond what's natural!"

As these words rang out, the crowd erupted. The promise of healing any poison and holding the key to long life was enough to stir a frenzy.

"If she's as amazing as you say, then prove it! I won't buy the story unless I see it myself!"

Offering a practiced smile, the auctioneer snapped his fingers.

In the luxury seats on the eastern side, a loud thump interrupted the tension. All eyes shot over to see Brice Mills, Elesron's celebrated tech genius, collapsed in agony on the carpet. His skin was the color of chalk, and blood-tinged saliva glistened at the corner of his mouth.

His physician scrambled with trembling hands, rifling through a medical kit, searching for answers and coming up empty.

With a glint in his eye, the auctioneer gave a subtle nod. On cue, an assistant pressed a button, causing a slender, clear tube to glide toward the woman's neck from inside the cage.

She flinched as the cold needle broke her skin, but there was no fight left in her. It looked like she'd grown used to the pain.

A moment later, 30 milliliters of her vibrant blood filled a crystal vial and was hurriedly administered to Brice using a specially designed dropper. The transformation was immediate. Warmth rushed back into his limbs, his ghastly pallor faded, and his blank stare sharpened with awareness.

Brice hacked up a chunk of thick, black mucus, then drew in a breath like someone finally breaking free of drowning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've just witnessed a bonus feature. The real treasure here is her gift of longevity!" With that, the auctioneer commanded the room once more, every eye fixed on the miraculous scene unfolding before them.

As the last echoes of the auctioneer's words faded, a velvet curtain swept aside next to the stage. An attendant wheeled out an old woman, barely hanging on to life. Her heart monitor flickered at a weak thirty-eight beats per minute, every pulse a struggle.

With a silent nod exchanged between them, the auctioneer stepped forward and injected the remaining blood directly into the frail woman's vein.

Suddenly, the heart monitor shrieked. But instead of signaling the end, her heart rate rocketed to 68, and her oxygen levels leapt from 40% to 80%.

Slowly, the elderly woman blinked awake. Her lips trembled as she spoke in a wavering but clear voice. "Is this heaven? Have you come to take me away, angel?"

A hush settled, only to explode moments later as chaos swept the auction hall. The auctioneer gripped the microphone and exclaimed, "Let's start the bidding!"

Numbers shot up, climbing from the initial hundred million all the way to five billion in a matter of breaths.

Above the chaos, in a private suite on the second floor, Charlie Ford reclined on a dark leather sofa. His long fingers drummed a measured rhythm on the polished table.

Everything about him looked severe-each line of his face cut with precision, his presence cold and imposing.

Without a flicker of emotion, Charlie fixed his gaze on the woman below. She hadn't moved, not even after all that blood was taken. The commotion meant nothing to her, and Charlie's brow tightened in quiet contemplation.

Preston Kirk, standing behind him, leaned close and whispered, "Mr. Ford, the antique we bought is packed up. We can leave whenever you're ready."

Charlie offered no reply.

Watching his boss remain transfixed on the stage, Preston tried again. "Should we place a bid? Maybe she's the answer your brother needs..."

Charlie scoffed, waving the suggestion away as he rose to his full height and turned for the door, making it clear he wanted nothing more to do with the spectacle.

"A useless trinket. Nothing more than a toy for people with too much time and money," he said, his tone flat and dismissive.

Preston rushed after him, finally understanding how foolish he'd been. Charlie had never shown interest in women. He hadn't even kept female pets. Expecting him to care about a woman who had probably been shaped and broken by countless hands was absurd. Her beauty meant nothing in Charlie's world.

Back in the hall, the bidding war raged until the numbers shot past ten billion.

Once the gavel hit the podium, the auction was over.

The winning bidder was an older man with a round belly and a booming voice, and he could barely hold back his excitement. He demanded that they unlock it at once so everyone could see what real money looked like, and he grinned broadly as he made himself the center of attention.

Flashy demands like his weren't rare at these events, and since the tycoon had just spent a fortune, the auctioneer quickly bent down to unfasten the lock.

As soon as the cage door swung wide, the woman's eyes flashed open, sharp and alert.

Gone was the timid posture; she moved with sudden energy and sharp intelligence. With a mischievous smirk, she puckered her lips and sent the tycoon a playful kiss, catching him completely off guard.

In one fluid motion, she leaped to her feet, tossed the black cloth straight over the auctioneer's face, and shot off the stage before anyone could react.

The staff stood in stunned silence, not even able to process her escape before she had already vanished into the crowd.

A glimmer of silver danced in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, needles sped through the air. Each one found its mark, dropping the bodyguards in her path like toppled statues.

Within moments, the auction house erupted into chaos. Screams filled the hall as guests bolted for the exits, panic shoving aside all traces of order and luxury.