She was his perfect addiction he couldn't have to his satisfaction, just a taste and the CEO seemed to have fallen to the position of a personal assistant...for a woman in a brothel. This woman, pure in the face of others. Yet there is something about her, something just didn't feel right. But what can they do? After all she now has the strongest man in the country at her beck and call.
Her slender little legs walked towards a particular room, and she opened the door barefooted before going in.
"Rose," the man sitting elegantly and poised, called her name like a sin, not meant to be said out loud but instead meant to be spoken as a whisper.
Her little lips parted as her eyelashes fluttered.
"You sent for me; how do I serve you?" she said, speaking just as she was taught, like a good little prostitute.
The man stared at the girl from her tiny legs up to her beautiful porcelain white hands and then her breathtaking face, which could make any man wish to have her. That is why she became exclusive in the first place. After all, the owner of the business knew where to find his highest gain.
She put on a silver-colored night gown, which glimmered lightly as she walked in a straight line slowly towards the man like a good little lamb. This is where rule one comes in.
'be submissive'
"Your skin is so pale; if you bleed, you'd look like a piece of art." Immediately after these words were said by the man in a suit in front of her, Rose had to stop her feet from moving further.
"What do you request?" was her question, bowing slightly to show she would listen attentively to how he wished for her to serve him.
"I request for you to come closer and assist me with something, love." Rose raised her head, waiting to hear his perverted words that'd follow, but instead he spoke some words she didn't quite understand.
"You are perfect enough to walk beside him without triggering his fight or flight mode."
"I apologize, but I do not seem to understand your wishes." Rose spoke with her tiny hands, slightly wrapping around her clothes tightly, obviously showing she was nervous.
"You are so innocent and pure; no one would have known you were just a mere prostitute who works in a brothel."
Rose didn't reply, but she bowed her head deeply while waiting for the man to continue.
He raised his hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and expensive-looking Rolex watch, which seemed like it was enough to buy her freedom for a week, which is quite expensive.
"What I mean is that tomorrow, by this same time I'm busy talking to you, a man and some others would have a meeting. I need you to be present in the room, and I'd pay for your time. Act natural, and eves drop on their conversation."Rose nodded.
"You would have been perfect for his brother if you weren't a whore." It could be seen that the man's mouth wasn't clean. He stared at the girl's eyes, which looked as clear as glass, and her skin, which was nothing short of fine porcelain.
Rose, as her name says, said, If she were given one, it would look so sharp against her skin; it would make her look like a fairytale that slipped into the world.
"Stay in the room for a while before you leave, just so if we are being suspected by him, it would look like we were having an affair after all."
Rose dare not look at the customers in the eyes, so she could only bow without a word while staring at his shining shoes. He picked up a glass containing a drink Rose knew nothing about; his hand moved lightly while spinning the contents of the cup.
Her eyes stayed glued on anything but his face, and her pure black hair, which was a little below her waist, swayed a little while Rose looked mesmerized at the beautiful colored drink in the glass.
The man whose face she hadn't seen raised the glass cup towards his already slightly parted lips and took a sip as if tasting the drink before drowning the little content of the glass down his throat.
The fink liquid was gone quickly, and Rose didn't realize she got so attracted; her head wasn't down anymore but up, now staring into the man's aged eyes.
His face wasn't so wrinkled but held some wrinkles of age; his orbs were dark, and he stared back at Rose.
"All the girls in the brothel do not know how to read or write, and most don't understand the words people say because you were all trained to be dumb so you could be used easily and also not be able to spill the secrets of the brothel. I had to go to great lengths to finally find out that the golden girl of the brothel, whose skin looks as white as snow yet as clear as glass, whose eyes looked like staring into the transparent ocean and her hair like a wavy waterfall, who looked so little she could be crushed easily if not treated gently, could read perfectly and speak fluent English."
Rose had nothing to reply to. They weren't meant to give replies to people, so she looked down quickly, removing her eyes from the man who adjusted his tie, then stood up like an unshakeable tree.
"Which means you are the perfect one for this job; your other sisters are just too dumb, and they might not understand the terms used, but I know you will." The man gave Rose a smile, which she wasn't looking at, only listening to his voice.
"Hm, that would be all for today. Ah, I almost forgot. Have this?" He pulled out a wrinkled rose from the side of her pocket and placed it in her hand. "Remember your rule number five: have no emotional strings attached to any customer; otherwise, you'd be punished severely."
He turned around and reached for the door.
"How do I know the person you asked me to evesdrop on?" Rose finally spoke coherent words since she walked into the room, except for the sexual words they were asked to say to every customer.
"You know him when you see him." The man disappeared from her sight after he shut the door. Rose looked at the wrinkled rose and walked towards the bin to throw away the little flower, only to feel a prick.
"Ouch," she moaned, lightly letting go of the rose before looking down at her pretty hands, which had a drop of blood slipping out of the picked spot.
There was a knock on the door, and Rose raised her head quickly to look in the direction of the closed door. Hasn't the man gone yet? She wondered before walking toward the door and pulling it open.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts masterâeach persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashtonâs true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
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On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on herâ "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wifeâs countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. âLetâs get married again.â
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatâs worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnât thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnât seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heâs different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogulâher success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husbandâs entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "Iâm out of your league."