INICIAR SESIÓNSophia wiped the sweat from her forehead as she scrubbed the floor of the strip club. She had been cleaning for hours, but the club owner, Ma Rachel, was notorious for being meticulous.
Just as Sophia was finishing up, her phone rang. She hesitated for a moment before answering it.
“Sophia, it's Dr Thomas,” the voice on the other end said. “I'm afraid we have some bad news.”
Sophia's heart sank. “What is it?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Sophia, I'm afraid the medication we've been using to manage your mother's condition has reached its limit. The $4000 treatment can no longer keep her stable”.
Sophia's heart sank. “What does that mean?” she asked, trying to process the information.
Dr Thomas hesitated before responding. “We need to upgrade to a more advanced treatment. The new medication costs $8000, but it's the only way to ensure your mother's condition doesn't deteriorate further”.
“I'm only doing this because I've known your mother for a long time, the surgery needs to be done on time or…or we risk loosing her” he also added.
Sophia knew she had to act fast. She hung up the phone and immediately went to find her boss, Ma Rachel.
Ma Rachel was sitting in her office, sipping a cup of coffee. She looked up at Sophia and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want, Sophia?” Ma Rachel asked.
“Please, I need a loan”, Sophia said, trying to keep her voice steady. “My mother needs surgery, and I can't seem to raise the money. It's $150,000 ma”.
Ma Rachel snorted. “You think I'm made of money? Even if I lend you that kind of money, you can't even pay me back with your lifetime earnings”
Sophia felt a wave of desperation wash over her. “Please ma, I'm ready to do anything”.
Ma Rachel leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I'll think you'll find that you have something that's worth a lot more than money”.
Sophia's eyes widened as she realized what her boss was insinuating. “No, Ma Rachel. I can't do that”.
Ma Rachel shrugged. “Suit yourself then. But if you want to save your mom, you'll have to use what you have to get what you want”.
Sophia felt a wave of revulsion. She knew that she couldn't go through with her boss's suggestions.
As she left Ma Rachel's office, Sophia felt defeated. She didn't know what to do.
She decided to call her best friend, Tina, and explain the situation. Tina listened attentively before responding.
“Sophia, I know this is hard, but you have to think about your mom. If sleeping with another man for money will save her life, then isn't it worth it? Tina asked.
Sophia replied. “Sleeping with another man?, I can't do such, it's not that, I just have to dance for them privately…..that's what the strippers do in the club”.
“And you think they don't give their body to them afterwards?, my dear, your mother's life is on the line”.
Sophia hesitated, unsure of what to do.
Ma Rachel was thrilled when Sophia returned to her office. “I knew you'd see things my way”, Ma Rachel said, handing Sophia a skimpy outfit.
The outfit was a tight, red dress that barely covered Sophia's underwear. Sophia felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she put it on.
As Sophia worked through the crowded club, a tall, well-dressed man approached her. “You're stunning,” he said, his eyes scanning her body. “My boss will love you, you're exactly his type”.
Without another word, he directed Sophia to the VIP room. As she followed the man to the VIP room, she was immediately struck by the opulence that surrounded her.
The room was dimly lit, with soft, golden lighting that seemed to dance across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and champagne.
The room itself was lavishly decorated, with plush, velvet couches and chairs that seemed to sink into the floor. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the floor was covered in a thick, soft carpet that felt like silk beneath Sophia's feet.
Julian, the boss who had been described to Sophia, sat on one of the couches, sipping a glass of champagne. He was even more handsome than Sophia had expected, with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features that seemed to have been carved from granite.
His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his outfit seemed to have been made specifically for his athletic build.
As Sophia approached, Julian looked up and caught her eye. He smiled, and Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something about Julian that seemed to draw her in, something that made her feel like she was the only one in the room.
“Wow! you're more beautiful than I expected” Julian said, his voice soft and smooth.
Sophia felt a blush rise to her cheeks as Julian stood and walked towards her. He was taller than she imagined, and his presence seemed to fill the room.
“Thank you”, Sophia said, trying to sound calm.
Julian smiled again and took Sophia's hand, leading her to the couch. “Please, sit down”, he said.
As Sophia sat down, Julian poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. Sophia took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat.
“So, what's your name?”Julian spoke calmly with a smile.
“You don't need to know my name,” Sophia replied.
“That's harsh but it's all cool, I must say I'm impressed. You're not what I expected”. Julian said, leaning back in his chair.
Sophia raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of trepidation. “What did you expect?” she asked.
Julian smiled again. “Someone…..less refined, shall we say”.
Sophia felt a surge of anger, but she pushed it down. She was here for a reason, and she needed to see it through.
“I'm glad I could surprise you”, Sophia said, trying to sound calm.
Julian leaned forward, his eyes locked on Sophia's. “I think you'll find that I'm full of surprises”, he said.
Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to read Julian's expression. “What do you mean by ‘full of surprises’?” she asked, her voice firm.
Julian chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down Sophia's spine. “Oh, I think you'll find that I'm a man of many talents”, he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Sophia felt a surge of impatience. She didn't have time for games. “Can we just get down to business?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. “I'm here to dance for you, and that's all”
Julian's laughter was a slap in the face. It was loud, mocking and utterly confident. “I didn't know you were this naive and insensitive, do you think you're just going to dance?” he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, dear. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, you'll have to go dirty”.
Sophia's heart sank as Julian's words hung in the air. She felt a sense of foreboding, a sense that she was in over her head.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything went silent. Julian's laughter stopped, and the music seemed to fade into the background.
Sophia was left sitting there, feeling like a small boat adrift
in a stormy sea. She had no idea what was coming next, but she knew it couldn't be good………
Sophia barely noticed the way the sun melted into the horizon or how the trees leaned against the fading light. Her mind was too loud — too full of Tina’s voice, Tina’s laughter, Tina’s eyes when she used to dream about the future. Sophia found herself thinking about just the good times with her.She pressed her forehead against the window glass, cold air brushing her skin. How could life turn so fast? Just yesterday, they were both talking about their plans — how Tina would open a beauty shop and name it “Glow by T,” how they’d travel to Italy one day. Sophia could still remember how Tina giggled while trying to pronounce “Ciao” properly. And now she is gone — pregnant and dead.A tear slipped down Sophia’s cheek before she could stop it. She quickly wiped it off, as if hiding her pain from the evening shadows.When the car finally stopped at the gate, she took a long, shaky breath. The house looked calm, too calm. The warm lights glowed from inside, but she didn’t feel comforted. S
The air smelled like rain when Sophia arrived at the small white house at the end of the street. The house hadn’t changed — the same peeling paint, the same narrow porch, the same rose bush by the fence that Tina’s mother always trimmed on Saturday mornings. But now the roses were dry, the petals brown at the edges.Sophia stood there for a long moment before knocking. She didn’t know what she would say. She didn’t even know if she was ready to hear what Mrs. Henderson had to say.The door opened slowly.“Mrs. Henderson?” Sophia said softly.The older woman looked smaller than she remembered. Her shoulders were bent, her gray hair pulled into a bun that had loosened at the sides. There were faint shadows under her eyes, the kind that came from too many nights without sleep.“Sophia,” she said, surprised but not unkind. Her voice was cracked and weary. “You came.”“Yes, ma’am,” Sophia whispered. “I… I heard about Tina.”Mrs. Henderson nodded slowly and stepped aside. “Come in.”The liv
Mrs. Cooper sat on the old porch rail, the wood creaking beneath her. Her wrinkled hands twisted together as if she was trying to squeeze the words out.Sophia stood frozen by the gate, the word dead still echoing in her ears.“Mrs. Cooper…” her voice trembled. “What did you just say?”The older woman sighed, a tired sound that seemed to carry the whole weight of the neighborhood. “It’s true, honey. Tina’s gone. It happened two nights ago.”Sophia’s breath caught. “Two nights ago?” she repeated softly. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if she could shake the truth away. “But that’s impossible. I…”.Mrs. Cooper gave a slow nod. “That’s what made it so sudden for everyone. Folks around here still don’t know what really happened. But the word going around…” She paused, glancing toward the dusty road as if someone might overhear them. “They say Alex had something to do with it.”Sophia’s eyes widened. “Alex?”Mrs. Cooper hesitated before meeting her gaze. “Yeah. People say he was the last perso
Sophia stood by the window, staring at the fading city skyline. Morning light had spilled through the curtains, soft but empty. Something inside her had been calling all night—a pull she couldn’t resist. And now, she knew what it was.She needed to go home.Not the house she shared with Julian. Not the mansion that reeked of St. Clair prestige and silence.Home—where her mother, Margaret, once lived.Where her childhood memories still breathed in the walls.Sophia slipped into a simple cream dress, tied her hair loosely, and drove herself. The road was quiet, lined with jacaranda trees shedding faint purple petals. The scent of dust and distant rain filled the air. With every mile, her chest grew tighter, her heartbeat louder.By the time she reached the small gate of her mother’s old house, her hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. The building still stood—paint fading, flowers wilted—but it was home.She stepped out slowly, her heels crunching against the gravel. The house
The house felt too quiet that evening. The twins were asleep, their soft breathing echoing faintly through the baby monitor. The hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the wall clock—every sound seemed louder than usual, pressing into Sophia’s chest.She sat by the window, hugging her knees, watching the night lights flicker across the city. Julian had gone to take a late call, his voice calm but distant as always. She didn’t know when things had started to feel this heavy—maybe since the message from Brooks Industries, or maybe even before that, when everything began to fall apart piece by piece.Her thoughts wandered back to the first time she met Julian—the contract, the reasons, the promises. It was supposed to be business. A way for both of them to get what they wanted. But now, it didn’t feel that way anymore. Somewhere between pretending and protecting, she’d fallen for him.And now, she couldn’t stop thinking that maybe she was ruining everything.The phone buzzed on the tabl
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m







