My eyes bulged. “My what?”
“You’re the American president’s daughter. There are men out there who’d be willing to pay any amount of money to own you, and we intend to take full advantage of that.”
A painful lump formed in my throat. “You can’t do this.”
“We can, and we will. You’re going up for sale within the next week.”
“No….”
“Yes, Willow,” he said, nasty smile widening. “In seven days, you’ll be sold to the highest bidder.”
To be continued….