After the Bankrupt Heiress Sells Herself to a Gravity User

My father went bankrupt. After borrowing five hundred million from the Port Mafia and failing to take his company public, he vanished without a trace, leaving me, newly eighteen, to face the cold and ruthless Gravity Manipulator alone.

He sat, and I knelt. His long, pale fingers held a cigarette, its ember glowing and fading. He looked down at me coldly. The shadow cast by his hat completely obscured his handsome, sharp features. All I could see was the emotionless sneer at the corner of his lips.

"Lord Chuuya..." I whispered his name. As he indifferently stubbed out his cigarette in an untouched glass of liquor, I gently rested my face on his knee, trembling as I slipped off my clothes. "P-please..."

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