Novels by Author Des

Daphne stood in front of a towering iron gate, wondering if she had come to the wrong address.After watching her hesitate for a moment, one of the security guards approached her. "Can I help you, miss?"Despite her nerves, Daphne gathered her courage and spoke. "Mr. Harrington gave me this." She handed him the business card from the night before.The guard's expression softened with recognition. "Ms. Daphne?" he asked.Daphne nodded, offering a small smile as relief washed over her."Please, come right this way."As the massive gates slowly opened, Daphne felt a shiver run down her spine. Just yesterday morning, she had walked into a brothel. This morning, she was stepping into a luxurious mansion so magnificent that she could barely believe her eyes. The familiar feeling of nervousness and not belonging immediately settled over her once again.Daphne swallowed nervously as she sat on the sofa in the staff lounge, surrounded by several maids. The way they looked at her made her feel

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. After tonight, I can't keep you here," Rosaline said, watching as Daphne kept her head lowered.She rose from her seat and walked over to the cabinet. A moment later, she returned with an envelope and handed it to Daphne. "This is your payment for tonight. Mr. Harrington also left you a tip."Daphne lowered her gaze, clutching the envelope in her hands. "Did he tell you what happened in the room?"Rosaline tilted her head slightly, trying to catch Daphne's downcast eyes. She gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Daphne's ear, her expression softening."No. He only told me to make sure you received your payment." Rosaline gently lifted Daphne's chin with the tip of her finger. "My decision has nothing to do with him. I just don't think you belong in a place like this.""I understand." Daphne forced a small smile. She understood. Rosaline was only doing what any business owner would do. She needed someone who could handle the job, and Daphne clearly wasn't

When he leaned in, Daphne flinched ever so slightly and instinctively pulled back.Their eyes met. Alexander held her gaze, silently weighing something in his mind."If you want me to stop, then I will."Several seconds passed, yet Daphne gave no response. All he could see in her eyes was fear.Alexander immediately pulled away. He didn't need an answer anymore. From the very beginning, he had sensed that something was off. At first, he had convinced himself that Daphne was simply nervous. But now it was clear that she was uncomfortable, even frightened by what they were doing."I'm sorry. I messed everything up. I'll try again. I'll do better." Daphne blurted out.Alexander grabbed the blanket and tossed it toward Daphne. "Cover yourself." His expression hardened, every trace of warmth disappearing from his face.Several minutes passed. The two of them sat in silence. Alexander sat at the edge of the bed with his back facing Daphne. His gaze was fixed on the view outside the window

Rosaline gently lifted Daphne's chin with the tip of her finger. "You're lucky, sweetheart. Most girls don't get a client like this on their first day. So don't disappoint him."A chill ran down Daphne's spine. She had no idea what kind of man was waiting for her. But from the way Rosaline spoke, he was someone important. And somehow, that terrified her even more."Make the most of this opportunity. We never know what the future holds," Rosaline said before stepping aside and opening the door. "Now go. Don't make him wait too long."Just as Daphne was about to walk past her, Rosaline stopped her one last time."Head up. Good posture. Confidence. Beauty may catch a man's eye, but confidence keeps it. Move like you're the only woman in his world."Daphne straightened her posture at once. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the dressing room.Rosaline watched her disappear down the corridor. "Sometimes, a single night changes everything," she murmured to herself.*****Alexander sat o

Alexander said nothing. He simply walked beside him, lighting a cigarette as if the conversation didn't concern him."You need to get out of your head for one night, man. Seriously.""I'm fine," Alexander finally replied, taking out his pack of cigarettes and handing it to Arthur."Liar." Arthur lit a cigarette, taking a drag before continuing. "You literally just got lectured about marriage, business, and legacy. I know how suffocating that feels."Alexander remained silent. They eventually stopped beside their cars, staring up at the night sky.After a moment, Arthur opened his car door. "Come on, just try it. I'll send you the owner's number. If I didn't trust the place, I wouldn't recommend it to you. Your privacy will be protected."He paused, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "The madam's picky. She only keeps the best girls. Trust me, you won't be disappointed."Hearing his cousin ramble on, Alexander let out a quiet sigh. "Just go. I've heard enough about your ni

Daphne's heart pounded as she stared at the brothel. She turned to leave. Then her phone buzzed.[Unknown number: Pay your father's debt. Don't test our patience, or you'll regret it.]Seconds later, another message arrived. This time, it came with a photo.[Unknown number: This is what happens when you take us lightly.]Daphne covered her mouth. The loan shark had sent her a photo of her father, badly beaten. She stared at the photo, trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks. She no longer knew how far they would go. With no other choice, she stepped into the building."Take off all your clothes," ordered Madam Rosaline, the owner of the high-end brothel where Daphne had come to apply for a job.Daphne swallowed hard. Her fingers tightened around her jeans.Seeing that Daphne remained frozen, Rosaline approached her and began unbuttoning her shirt herself. "Don't mistake this for cruelty," Rosaline said when she noticed Daphne's trembling. "I need to know what I'm offering my client