Novel-novel oleh Aurora

LINDENThe Rawlings estate had never looked more intimidating than it looked today. The marble floor was so clean you could see your soul in it, and the walls were covered in family portraits, eyes that seemed to follow you. Jensyn's heels clicked beside me, soft but steady.She had a role to play, and today, I was taking her into the lion's den.She was dressed to kill. Red lipstick, sleek black dress, hair cascading down her back. She didn't look like someone brought into this world; she looked like someone sent to infiltrate it and use it for her own good.I offered my arm. She hesitated, then took it. “You don’t have to impress anyone,” I murmured.“I don't plan to. I intend to drown."I smirked. "Welcome to the ocean." The butler opened the doors when we reached them, and we entered the large house. We were then led to the formal dining room.My father, Arthur Rawlings, was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table. His silver hair gleamed like medals. A frown crosse

JENSYNLinden took me to his mansion again.I had been here once, but it still felt surreal. The house was gigantic. It made me feel like I didn't belong here at will. On a serious note, I honestly didn't belong.“You will need to be presentable for tonight,” Linden said, as if I had always been part of his life. “You must make it show at the gala that we are in love. That 3% share, you WILL work for it.”A gala. Of course.He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he turned to a young woman standing nearby, her uniform crisp and her eyes lowered. “Take her to the room I prepared.”He prepared a room?The maid gave me a quiet smile and motioned for me to follow her. The hallway stretched long, too long, like I was being led deeper into a maze. It wasn't the hallway leading to the room I had awakened in earlier today.We stopped at a white double door. The maid opened it and stepped aside.I froze.It wasn't just a furnished room, it was designed. Soft lighting, creamy walls, a bed frame

JENSYNMy feet pounded against the pavement as I rushed towards a shop; the cold watch in my hands felt like a lifeline. It was insignificant compared to my mother's life. I was going to sell it.I entered the shop with a faded sign that read ‘Parts & More’ plastered on the door. I had been here with River, my friend, to sell a necklace. I would be able to sell the watch here, but I hesitated for a moment, clutching the watch tightly in her hand before stepping inside.“What if Derek finds me?” I asked aloud, my voice failing me.Sell the watch and do the rest! A voice screamed in my head and I walked to the counter to meet the owner of the shop.He was middle-aged and grumpy, with a hard face that told me he didn't really give a shit about the world around him.I didn't waste time. “I need to sell this.” My voice was cool as I stretched the watch to the man and watched as he assessed it.He didn't respond immediately. He turned it over in his hands, examining it. After a long pause,

LINDENI didn't know what in hell I was doing, pressing a full-grown woman against my chest in the storeroom like I had any right to touch her. But hell, the scent of her perfume, still lingering at the base of her neck, teased me and I wanted to hold her still for a while.“If you scream,” I whispered, releasing my grip, “we'd be caught.”She didn't move for a while, but I felt the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat—terrified and uncertain. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She had been terrified to speak the moment she saw Derek.“How…” Her words trailed off, her hands shook at her sides.Before she could question me further, I was moving toward the door. “I'll be back soon,” I said, my voice commanding. “Stay here. Don't make a sound and I promise to keep you safe.”I knew I would fulfil that promise the moment Jensyn spilled her life story in her drunken state. Immediately, I made some calls to find out whose watch she stole. I wasn't that surprised when it turned out to be my bro

JENSYNMy eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by a pounding headache and a throat that felt drier than the Sahara. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. I was tangled up in a silk blanket and when I looked around, the lavish decor stretched out. I saw golden curtains, plush carpet, and dark wood furniture. This wasn't my room.Panic gripped my chest as I clutched the blanket closer and looked down. I realised with horror that I was in my bra and underwear. My dress was on the floor, looking more awful than it had ever looked. Confusion washed over me like a wave.What the hell happened last night?Flashes of tequila and laughter echoed in my throbbing head as I tried to stand, pulling the blanket with me. I needed to get out. Now.Just as I was trying to gather myself, the door creaked open and a little girl, about seven or eight, stepped inside. She wore a crisp uniform and had her hair styled into pigtails that bounced on her shoulders. Her bright eyes landed on me, a look

JENSYNI smiled across the table at my new client, Derek Mills, in a dimly lit corner table of an exclusive restaurant in the city. Around us, the laughter and chatter of the wealthy elites blended with the clinking of silverware and glasses of expensive wine.My role was simple; act like Derek's doting girlfriend and get paid. This was only our second date, but I already knew enough. Derek was rich, reckless, and engaged to a woman who wasn’t me. A woman who didn’t even know I existed.But it was just a job. I have been working as an escort for almost three months now. The pay was decent, though it was never enough.“Jensyn, would you like me to pour you another glass of wine?” Derek asked, flashing me a smile with a playful gleam in his eyes.I nodded, lifting my glass, even though my stomach twisted. I needed the money too much to let it show. My eyes flicked to the gold watch gleaming on his wrist, the light catching on its sharp edges. “Oh goodness!” Derek exclaimed, looking dow