"I want you to be mine, I want you to assure me that your body is mine alone." Anthony's voice sounded hoarse, making me recoil like a helpless animal in front of a predator. When I first met him, he was just a regular customer at the nightclub where I worked. He had a reputation for being very generous and cordial with the staff, as well as being too handsome a man to need to pay for a woman's company. After my first month with him, he started coming to the club more and more often. Everything seemed to be going well, until the night Anthony requested my company as usual, when he was informed that I wouldn't be available at that time, Anthony simply stormed into the room, dragging one of my regulars out straight away. Before I could even shout at him, Anthony kissed me, as if he depended on it to live. Now he was holding my wrists against the wall as he spoke those words, asking me to be his alone, asking no one else to touch me, even though this was my job.
Time and life have not been generous with me at all, a typical story with a broken family, a nice-looking woman who needed a way to live.
I had been working in the nightclub since I was twenty years old, which meant that I no longer had any choice, but I did. I could have spent the rest of my life killing myself working in a tiny office in the city, but I wanted to live for real, I wanted to be able to afford the expensive things I'd always wanted, I wanted to have the pleasure of living life for real.
After a while you get tired, seeing all these men, most of them married and with a different life to the one they had here, spending all their wages, taking food out of their children's mouths just to spend time with you. After so long in this business you get tired, you start to feel disgusted, you despise these men.
I was now twenty-five, still working in the same nightclub as always, seeing the same men every day, but one of them caught my eye in a different way. His name was Anthony, he came here for the first time six months ago, after that he became a regular here, he always asked for me, he used to chat me up, but then he started paying for normal work, he was generous with his pay and always left extravagant tips. I remember well the day I saw him for the first time.
It was a busy night and he arrived accompanied by three friends, Anthony seemed a little out of place, he didn't seem to be in the habit of visiting nightclubs, after all, he was a handsome man with impeccable posture and an athletic build, his hair was black and had an impeccable social cut, he didn't seem like the kind of person who pays for sex casually, but he was still there.
My "coworkers" approached him quickly as expected, he didn't want to talk to any of them, one of his friends came to talk to me, he seemed extremely drunk, it was then that he noticed my presence. He approached his friend and said that he should get some rest or drink some water, his friend wasn't happy but went along with what Anthony said.
"I'm sorry about my friend. He can be inconvenient when he wants to be."
"It's okay, I'm used to problem customers."
"Well, my name is Anthony."
"You can call me Violett."
"That's not your real name, is it?"
"Nobody here uses their real name. It's the basics of our job."
"You seem to have been at it for a long time."
"A little over four years."
"And why do you do it?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"I'm just curious. You're a young and beautiful woman, you seem too intelligent for this place. When a woman like you ends up in a place like this, it arouses a certain curiosity in people."
"That's the first time I've heard that."
"That you're beautiful or intelligent?"
"Don't be silly, I wouldn't work with this if I wasn't beautiful, I also consider myself an intelligent woman. I've never heard that it brings any curiosity."
"And why is that?"
"Talking isn't really what people do here."
"Look, I don't usually go to these places, I don't want you to see me like most of your clients, who I believe are totally pathetic. But if you want, I'd like to pay for an hour of your time just to talk. That way my friends can finish what they came to do without me getting involved."
"Sure, follow me."
That evening I took him to the private room, just as he said we just ate and talked, for an hour, he told me how interested he was in my hair, my eyes and my smile, this was very strange for me, I've never had a client who paid just for a chat and complimented me so much. When he left I thought he would never come back, but the same week he was back, looking for Violett.
This went on for another six months, he came every week at least twice. We started having sex in the third month of his visits, it started as something quiet, he paid for an hour, then he started paying for more time, doing more things, being more intense. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, he was a good sexual partner, but at the end of the day work was work.
In the sixth month he paid for normal work, one night he asked me to stay with him for three hours, I was happy to, the night was tiring and the other clients were drunk and unpleasant. While Anthony was getting dressed, he started talking.
"Violett?"
"Yes?"
"Aren't you thinking of leaving your job?"
"Why the sudden question?"
"I was just thinking that you're too good for this place, don't you have anything else you want to do?"
"I'm not thinking of quitting this job while I'm still pretty and young, I don't want to have to live my life at someone else's expense or be a trophy wife, I just want to live my life. Even though this job sometimes disgusts me, it still pays more than normal jobs."
"Do you disgust me?"
"Why would I?"
"I think because I pay you, you'd never tell me the truth."
"You've been coming here for six months now, even if I was very good at disguising it, if I felt disgusted with you I would have realized it one way or another."
"So you don't dislike me."
"No. I don't really understand why you come here. A handsome, polite and cordial man paying for sex is something that doesn't enter my head at all."
"I have my reasons."
He sat down on one of the chairs and asked me to come over to him, I sat on his lap while he ran his hand all over my body, it was something he always did after work, he liked to touch my hair, to feel the softness of my skin. At first I was embarrassed by it, but after a while, it somehow became something welcoming for me.
Ellie had a perfect life, her family was of the highest rank, a perfect lineage, an example to be followed by the whole pack. But in a single day everything collapses in front of her, Ellie was betrayed and abandoned, unfairly judged and executed by her own family. The gods have given her a second chance, a chance to be reincarnated before everything goes to hell. A last chance to survive.
One day my father sent me to live in a mansion, I was born in a humble family, so having the chance to live in a place like this seemed like a dream to me. Little did I know what an idiot I was for thinking this way. The residents of the mansion were beasts that fed on my pain and suffering, fed on my body and flesh, were nourished by blood and lust. At first, I couldn't believe that the man who was supposed to protect me, who I trusted from the moment I was born had sold me to these men as a kind of blood bank. Now I had to do everything in my power to survive.
I had my world; it was almost nothing but it was all I had. One day there was something new in my little world, Danny became everything to me, but in a single instant I lost everything I had. I met Danny on a dating site, and as we got to know each other I identified more and more with this beautiful, destroyed boy. It wasn't long before I was completely in love with him, I would do anything to keep my boy safe, kill whoever I needed to kill to keep him safe. But when the rest of my little world collapsed, Danny was eventually swallowed up, I had nothing left, there was no reason to live anymore, him being around me made him swallowed up. I was ready to give up my life when a woman, the personification of evil offered me a choice.
I was born 10 years after Queen Victoria took the throne, since then my mother tells, or rather imposes, the rules that aristocratic ladies must follow for me and my sister, who was 1 year older. In my house lived my mother Diana, my father Alfred, my brother Oliver, my sister Maya and myself, Grace, as well as the servants who took care of the cleaning and maintenance of the huge house in which I grew up. Maya's wedding, which was arranged by my father so that she would be an exemplary aristocratic lady like my mother as soon as she turned 19, but she didn't look happy at all. Weeks later, the ceremony took place, really beautiful, with roses for both sides of the altar, her future husband Paul waiting with a huge smile beside them and a stunning dress on Maya, but her countenance was still sad. Months after her wedding, Maya's husband decides to visit with her, but she didn't look like my sister anymore, her face was disfigured and her husband seemed enraged. Everyone sat down at the table and Paul began to rant that he had been deceived and that the woman he had been given could not beget decent heirs, since what he had managed to do with much effort had been lost while still in the womb. That same night, Mom enters my room and explains to me that Maya will be returned to our home, but before I can express any kind of happiness, she interrupts me with the sentence, "We have an agreement to fulfill and you will make sure that it is completed. You will marry Paul as soon as you turn 19" and simply walked away. I would not accept to marry that man, I had just turned 18, and I would only have one year to think of a way out of this situation.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Stella Richard married Rene Kingston in the place of her sister Sophia due to some reasons. But from the beginning, she knows that her marriage was just a time-limit contract and once the time was up she had to go. For RK, this marriage was just a burden but for her, it was a gift from God. Because RK was the man who she had loved all her Youth... So, in the meantime of her marriage, Stella did her best so that this marriage may work out. But on the day she found she was pregnant, her husband gives her the divorce paper and said... "I don't want this child. Don't forget to abort." These words come out of his mouth, like a bomb for Stella, and changed her life... She signed her name on the divorce paper and left the house... Because she doesn't want to be with such a cold-hearted man... Five years later... RK bought the company In which Stella worked. But Stella did her best not to have anything to do with him... Because she had a child and she didn't want him to find out about him... But one day When Stella picked up her son from school he saw her... RK, "How dare you had a child with another man?" Stella, "I don't think it has anything to do with you." RK was about to say more when his gaze fell on the child beside her... His face looked as same as when he was young...
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"