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"As an orphan who works as a stripper at a high-end bar, Olivia Marie Miller, 24, was ecstatic when a VIP paid thousands of dollars to see her perform. However, a God-like multi-billionaire mysteriously appeared in front of her, claiming to be her fiancé and ruining all of her efforts to escape the rat race that fate has placed upon her. Given the chance to escape her pitiful life, Olivia didn't hesitate to join in on the game of life she had unwittingly entered and pretend to be Reese Jones, the upcoming wife of a multi-billionaire. But what if she falls in love with Chase Maxwell, the man who married her in a flash? In the midst of all the lies and deception, would Olivia be able to suffer the consequences if Chase discovers her true identity?"
OLIVIA
"Zip it up for me, please . . ." I turned my back to Lara and held my hair up so she could zip this sexy black costume I chose to wear for what I could consider the highest-paid performance I would ever do in my entire life.
I heard her sigh and the look of worry was visible on her face. But seconds passed, she then zipped my corset from the back. I wore a seductive spaghetti strap black corset. It had see-through silk, which made my black thong underwear visible. I paired it with the same-colored net stockings and a stiletto.
"Are you sure about this, Liv? You can still back out . . . you know, I can substitute for you, I'll tell Mike." I looked her in the eye and saw how uneasy she was with this situation. She really cared for me. "A man doesn't know the difference once they see a woman's naked body, especially in dim lights," she said.
I chuckled and shrugged it off.
Lara knows me well. She knew my traumatic past, my pathetic life. She knew that it would forever haunt me in my dreams if I go along with this. There's a little voice in my head saying that I should be worried about having sleepless nights as my mind will forever show me scenes of a man who tried to rape and assault me when I was fifteen.
Looking back, his actions were like an angel from heaven in front of the other orphans, every parent who visited us, including me. It was all a blatant untruth. Yet, what was happening inside the orphanage was him grooming small little girls; him looking at us like his sex toys. That place for me was hell, and I'm happy that I was no longer with them.
While here, I would say that this was my safe place; I can perform, do my job, and get paid. Though tonight would be different- I will strip in front of an old guy, and I must admit that it will trigger my traumatic incident from the past, but it looks like I have pleasures in seeing and battling my own nightmare.
I ran my fingers through my long wavy hair and leaned in front of the mirror. I put red lipstick on my pale lips, and in an instant, it became livelier. My face was colored with branded makeup that lightened up my physical appearance. It made me fiercer and beautiful, the kind of face I wanted every man to see, imprinting into their minds that Liv, the most requested "stripper," is a goddess-like woman that would fulfil all their fantasies. Knowing that fact made me feel special about my work.
"How can I refuse that three hundred thousand dollars, Lara? Even if I worked tirelessly for a year, I would never earn such a big amount of money. I only need to dance dirty and undress on stage while playing sexy, and I'll be damn free afterward.This is me winning a jackpot," I told her with excitement on my lips.
Mike, the owner of this club, approached me with an offer. I accepted the request of a filthy rich VIP customer to perform on stage. To strip in front of him but not to the extent that he will bed me. I know Mike's reputation in his nightclubs, so I believe that I'll be safe with this client. I haven't paid my rent yet, and I also need to pay my phone bills, water, electricity, and creditors that keep calling me because of unpaid loans. This will definitely help me to pay them.
In all my life, I have lived paycheck to paycheck, and at first, I was in denial that I didn't need a lot of money. But later on, I became a slave of it. As much as I wanted to escape the rat race, I didn't have any education. But once I get the payment, I plan to leave this place, probably, change my name to Lily, have a butterfly tattoo on my arm, get a nose piercing, get a huge apartment, go to school, get my degree and hopefully work in a multi-billion company.
To be honest, I don't know If those things will make me happy. Looking at my life, if only a family cared to adopt me or my biological parents dared to raise me, I know for sure that my life would have been a bit different, maybe meaningful, perhaps I could create my own beautiful dream, and I can perhaps understand my purpose.
"What if that VIP was planning to do something bad to you?" She breathed heavily and crossed her arms against her chest.
I giggled and shook my head. "That old hag signed a contract indicating that he's not allowed to bed me, so I am safe, and if all went downhill, we do have securities here. You know Mikedoesn't want to ruin his bar's reputation, right?"
"What if this triggers your–?"
I smirked, then showed that I regularly took my medications.
"It has been long forgotten, queen. My pride also won't make me rich, you know. Besides, I've been doing this job for a year now."
I then tapped her shoulder to assure her that I was okay with this, grabbed the black-colored masquerade mask, and put it on my face.
"It's showtime!" I said and then went out of the dressing room.
***
While standing in the middle of the stage while inside the cold and dark VIP room, all I could feel was numbness from my feet also; deep within me was jumping for excitement once it was all finished. I remembered the first night I started working in this bar. I was horrified at first by how women strip in front of the customers as if it was the easiest thing to do.
But eventually, when I learned to build a facade and be a go-getter, my principles and dignity were thrown away, and I finally understood why my co-workers were dragging themselves in a shithole like this- it's because they had no other options. But despite this, this is the only place where I felt safer than before. I know that there's no hope in this place for some, but if you play your cards right, then you'll secure the bag.
My VIP customer finally entered the room. Even if the light was dim red, I could see the grin forming on his lips as he sat in the golden chair in front of the stage.
"My Liv, darling . . . you look so hot tonight," he praised me and sat like a king while paying attention to me. "You gotta entertain me. You're mine for the rest of the night."
I leaned forward enough for him to see my cleavage to spice him up a bit. After all, that's my job tonight. I'll ensure that this will be worth it for his money.
"Oh, I won't fail my most charismatic customer," I sexily said and chuckled.
I saw him licking his lips while watching me intently. I snapped my fingers in the air, and the music started to play afterwards. A popular French song blasted from the speakers that made me start swaying my hips seductively.
I danced sensually and touched my body slowly to entice the old hag in front of me. By the looks of his face, he enjoyed looking at my body as I slowly touched my breast all the way up to my neck, then caressed my hair, giving him an alluring look that would blow him up.
I gradually went to him and touched his shoulders while swaying from the music. My hands were gently stroking his neck. I caught him looking at my breast, he bit his lips and licked. I chuckled and purposely shoved his face to my bust for him to feel it. I felt that he was already hard. It was time for me to tease him more. After that, I went to the stage's pole center and danced with it.
The best thing is that Lara taught me how to perform with a pole, which makes me stand out to other girls right here. I was able to master how to move naturally while my legs were snaked with it as if it was part of my body. From afar, I saw how he gulped down and drank another shot of whiskey.
Minutes passed, and his most awaited part began. Some memories were flashing right back in front of me, but I had to shake my head as I needed to focus.
I started untying the red cape I wore. I saw how his mouth formed a letter "o" when my hands reached the thin strap of my corset and slid it down my arm as I continued to dance sensually. I removed the other one and walked towards him.
I swayed and continued to perform while my right hand reached the zipper of my corset from the back. I didn't hesitate and undo it until the corset loosened and slid down the floor. Now I am only wearing my black lacy bra and thong underwear.
His hand moved and travelled on my waistline. It sent waves of horror and disgust in me, but I continued to ignore it. In just a little bit of time, I'll be closer to my biggest paycheck, so I need to endure it.
However, my hands started shaking, my eyes got blurry, and my heart started beating faster. I felt a sense of danger in my whole system.
For my final act, I sat on his lap and saw his face get blurry, but I kept going.
I leaned down and was about to kiss his cheek as part of my service, but tears fell from my eyes as I saw the headmaster's face from the orphanage smiling at me.
"Liv, you have grown up beautifully . . ."
My body felt heavy, his face coming closer to mine, and I was about to scream my heart out, but I came back to my senses when someone banged the door.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!