My Funreal 66

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Chapter 66 Twist–Her Pain Would Be His Torment!

Sloane’s smile grew even more complacent. She glanced at Nova with disdain and turned to leave.

“Only a cheap shut would treat a secondhand piece of junk like a treasure. What’s that saying? Birds of a feather flock together. I hope you two stay locked in your little cage forever.”

Nova’s eyes turned icy. She stared at Sloane, her voice cold and sharp.

Sloane froze, spinning around. “Nova!”

Then she scoffed, dismissing her. “You’re just jealous. How cute. You really think saying that will hurt me?

“You know Kael doesn’t love you. The only reason you dare talk to me like this is because he’s not here. Afraid to say it to his face? Or just too ashamed?”

Nova fought back the pain threatening to overwhelm her. She took a step closer to Sloane, her gaze flicking to the luxury bag in Sloane’s hand.

A cold laugh escaped her. “That Hermès bag–over $100 thousand, Kael bought it for you, right? Sloane, if you had even a basic understanding of the law, you’d know that’s marital property. If I sue you for it, you’ll have to pay me back every cent.

“He’s spent a lot on you, hasn’t he? Let’s be generous–I’ll ignore the small stuff. But the house, the car, the bags, the connections… You owe me $10 million.”

Sloane’s eyes widened in shock. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

$10 million? She could never afford that.

“Nova!”

Nova smirked. “Can’t pay? Figures.”

She looked Sloane up and down, her tone dripping with contempt. “Your ‘youth‘ is still worth something, though. You could sell yourself–make a few hundred dollars a night. I’ll even ‘charity‘ you the opportunity.”

Sell myself?

Sloane’s face flushed red, then white. Humiliation made her shoulders shake.

Nova turned away, her voice sharp. “You’re a prostitute with a fake halo. Do yourself a favor–check your worth before you open your mouth. Next time, tell Kael to say it to my face. A cheap whore like you is not even allowed to stand in front of me.”

Sloane bit her lip so hard it bled. She was too humiliated to speak–all her dignity crushed.

By the time she recovered, Nova was already walking away–her back straight, radiating disdain.

Sloane’s face turned bright red with rage.

Shed thought she’d leave Nova humiliated and defeated.

Instead, Nova had turned the tables on her.

In 20 years of life, she’d never been so insulted–called a prostitute to her face.

Slap!

Sloane threw her bag against the wall, stomping her foot Bitcht Bitch! Bitch!”

Nova stumbled into the auction hall in a daze. She found an empty seat in the back and collapsed into it, all her strength gone. Her palms were covered in deep

nail marks.

She looked down at them, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

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Kael had made her lose so much–even her pride.

This was the man she’d loved for nine years.

Nova closed her eyes, her temples throbbing.

As guests streamed into the auction hall, Nova touched up her makeup–she refused to let anyone see her fall apart.

The auction kicked off moments later. The first item up was a set of Roman glass beads, dating back to the 2nd century CE, with a starting bid of $100,000.

Nova’s eyes lit up instantly. She’d always loved antique jewelry, and these beads–with their soft, iridescent glow–made her mood lift, if only for a second.

“$150,000!” She held up her paddle, ready to seal the deal right then.

But just as the auctioneer’s gavel hovered mid–air, another voice cut through the room. “$200,000!”

Nova froze. She followed the sound–and her blood ran cold. It was Sloane, who gave her a sweet, innocent smile while waving her own paddle.

She was openly challenging her.

Nova’s jaw tightened. She lifted her paddle again. “$300,000!”

Sloane didn’t hesitate. “$500,000!”

Gasps rippled through the crowd-

“Whoa, that’s some serious money!”

“They’re really going all in for those beads!”

The auctioneer’s voice trembled with excitement. “$500,000 from this lady! Any higher bids?”

Nova pressed her lips into a thin line. $500,000 was way over the beads‘ actual value. She glanced at Sloane, who met her gaze with a smirk full of disdain.

Just then, Nova’s phone pinged.

A text from Sloane popped up: [Kael spoils me. $500k is nothing to him.]

It felt like someone had punched a hole in her chest. Breathing suddenly hurt.

Another text came seconds later: [Heard you love antique jewelry. Shame–these are mine now. From today on, you’ll never get anything you want. Not Kael, not even a silly set of beads.]

Nova’s fingers tightened around her phone until her knuckles whitened. A cold, sharp anger flashed in her eyes. She raised her paddle once more, her voice

steady but by $1,000,000!”

Sloane’s eyebrows shot up, dearly caught off guard.

The crowd erupted-

“$1 million?! This is insane!”

“I need to see who wins this

Sloane scoffed, regaining her composure. “$1.2 million!”

Nova set her paddle down calmly, her expression neutral.

Sloane let out a triumphant laugh. She’d known Nova would back down. But her smirk faded the second her phone buzzed.

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It was a text from Nova [From today onward, Kael won’t give you a single cent. Im canceling all his cards. So that $1.2 million? Better start saving–you won’t go bankrupt, will you?]

Sloane’s face turned ashen. She shot to her feet, hands shaking.

When she looked up, she found Nova staring at her–her gaze cold, as if she were looking at a pile of trash.

Panic flooded Sloane

$1.2 million? She couldn’t afford that, not in a million years.

She prayed someone else would bid, but the auctioneer had already brought his gavel down.

“Congratulations to this lady-$1.2 million for the Roman glass beads!”

Sloane stumbled, nearly falling into her seat. She looked utterly defeated.

Another text from Nova appeared: [Congrats! But hey, you’ve got options. You’re so good at throwing yourself at men–maybe you can earn the money the way you’re used to.]

Sloane’s eyes narrowed in rage. Humiliation burned so hot she wanted to crush her phone.

Just then, a deep male voice boomed through the hall. “This item–we gift it to Ms. Reed, on behalf of Mr. Vos!”

The crowd exploded into murmurs-

“Mr. Vos? Who’s that?”

“Must be her sugar daddy! $1.2 million just given away like it’s pocket change!”

That’s next–level spoiling!”

Nova went rigid. It took her a long moment to process–she knew exactly who “Mr. Vos” was. It was Kael.

Sloane’s panic melted into wild, rollercoaster joy. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

A man in a sharp, tailored suit stepped over to Sloane, his tone polite but formal. “Ms. Reed, Mr. Vos has instructed me. Anything you set your eyes on today, it’s

yours–his treat.”

Sloane cast a sideways glance at Nova, whose face had drained of all color. She put on a shy, demure smile. “Please pass my thanks to Mr. Vos.”

“The pleasure is ours, Ms. Reed.”

The auction resumed, and true to the man’s word, every item Sloane even glanced at was snapped up by him.

Nova had her heart set on an 18th century Meissen porcelain tea set–she’d planned to give it to her mentor–and even that was snatched away.

Tears stung Nova’s eyes. She stepped forward, her voice trembling but sharp. “Are you going to steal every item here today?”

The man dipped his head in a regretful nod. “My apologies, ma’am. Mr. Vos‘ orders are clear–whatever Ms. Reed wants today, it becomes hers as a gift.”

His words But Nova like a bucket of ice water–cold, sharp, soaking her to the bone. Her chest felt heavy, frozen over.

Sloane giggled, playing the part of the bashful lover. “Oh, Mr. Vos is too kind… all these gifts–they almost make me embarrassed.”

The man’s tone warmed, as if reassuring a valued guest. “Ms. Reed, there’s no need for embarrassment. Mr. Vos adores you–he can’t bear to see you want for anything.”