Billionaire's Abandoned Love Slave

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ts to have a little chat with you," Ava Castillo, my best friend, and a co-b

ron and one of the numerous old men who had proposed to be my sugar daddy

her, to which she nodded as she walked up

hich consisted of a tiny black leather short, with half of my ass cheeks expo

my boots and sighed again. The make-up I had on my face made me look like a whor

er plans for me as my mum died barely a month after I clocked ten, and that sudden grievous occurrence took both my dad and m

of his settlement fee which was paid to him after he was laid off from work to gamble an

ney which he would use to send me to culinary school a

talk my dad into getting a loan for me with his connections and then open

ad suddenly had a life-threatening seizure and was rushed to the hospital. On getting t

stage four of both lung and

rd of smoking and drink

ailing Dad. It wasn't as if he had any other family apart from me anyway, and just like that, I, Ophelia Alvare

nto my ears in form of a high-pitched

y head sideways with confusion

ed, "What were you thi

watching me walk half-naked, and serving drinks to old perverts in a strip club. She must be

have connections and the qualifications to get a respectable job elsewhere. Your mum would understand everything. Stop beating yourself too much over this. Everything will be fine, L

required amount for Dad's surgery which is in a month. What am I supposed to do when the time comes? Will Dad also die and leave me alone? Am I a good daughter? I can't ev

ation and

t want my help. Why don't you? I'm sure we can save more than enough together for his sur

I'll ask Rodrigo to allow me to work overtime, starting tomorrow. I can't bother you, Ava. I'll be selfish to do

efully take the money she made from the club whenever he was in one of his foul moods and gamble everything

rden to anyone, especial

t I'm here for you whene

nodded w

chance planning on going out to serve your loyal customer while looking like that,

dly can't because I need money," I muttered as I plop dow

dressed in the trash. So, that statement of yours is impossible," Ava laughe

d a client to attend to," A

nted out of the dressing room, leaving me to s

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spected patron of the club smiled at me as he outstretched his hand to take

lied to me that he was sixty-two years old. Even

emorseful countenance as I gingerly

ly legs and I internally cringed as I gazed at his crooked, brown teeth on display and th

I have another emergency to attend to. But don't worry, Mr. Arnold, when I'm done with my affairs, I'll join you in your private room for the rest of

words and wait for you," He delivered a

ith anger bubbling inside him as I smiled through my teeth at h

I hated