LOGINThe dimly lit room seemed to shrink, the shadows closing in around Sophia like a suffocating embrace. Julian's laughter still echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder that she was in this all alone.
As Sophia sat, she suddenly felt a wave of panic. She couldn't do this. She couldn't just sleep with some stranger for money.
“Listen, I'm sorry,” Sophia said, trying to stand up. “I don't think I can do this”.
Julian's expression didn't change, but he nodded and gestured to Ma Rachel, who was standing nearby attending to someone.
Ma Rachel quickly stepped in.
“I'm so sorry for the inconvenience sir, how about I get you another girl”, Ma Rachel said, her voice smooth.
Julian's eyes narrowed. “No, I don't want another girl”, he said, his voice firm. “I want her”.
Ma Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Sir, I'm not sure that's a good idea”,she said. “She's….. different”.
Julian's gaze never wavered. “That's exactly why I want her”, he said. “Persuade her, Rachel. I'll make it worth your while”.
Her expression changed, and she nodded. “I'll take care of it sir”.
She turned to Sophia who was watching with a mix of confusion and fear.
“Sophia, what's the matter?”, Ma Rachel asked trying not to get angry.
Sophia felt a sense of unease, but Ma Rachel's grip was firm.
Sophia shook her head, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I just can't do this”, she repeated. “It's not right, I have a boyfriend”.
Ma Rachel looked at her angrily and said.“ That man you see sitting right there, is the richest of all my customers. You better do the needful”.
Just then, one of the strippers, Savi, from the club walked over and joined the conversation.
“Ma Rachel, what's going on?” Savi asked, eyeing Sophia's distraught expression.
Ma Rachel then filled her in on the situation, and the stripper nodded thoughtfully.
“Listen honey, if I were you, I'd jump on this opportunity”, the stripper said. “That guy is a big fish. He's got money, he's got power……and he's got a reputation for being generous”.
Sophia felt a pang of doubt. Was she being foolish to pass up this chance?
As she hesitated, Savi leaned in and whispered, “Trust me, girl. You won't regret this”.
Sophia's mind started racing. She thought about her mother, lying in the hospital bed. She thought about the money, the possibilities and also about Alex, her boyfriend.
And then, she made a decision.
She pulled out her phone and called Tina.
“Hey girl”, Tina answered on the first ring. “What's going on?”
Sophia took a deep breath and explained the situation. Tina listened attentively, and then offered her own advice.
“You see, I told you already. Sophia, you need to think about what's best for your mom”, Tina said. “If this is what it takes to save her life……then so be it. It's not as hard as it seems”.
Sophia replied “I'm going to be cheating on Alex, What of Alex?”.
“Can you just stop talking about Alex and just do this thing” Tina fired back.
Sophia felt a surge of determination, she felt so bad for Alex but she had no choice. She was going to do this.
Sophia hung up the phone and turned to Ma Rachel, who was watching her with a knowing expression.
“Let's do this”, Sophia said, her voice firm.
Ma Rachel gave a smile of relief. “I'll take you back to him now”, she said.
As they walked back to the VIP room, Sophia felt a sense of trepidation. What was she getting herself into?
But she pushed the doubts aside and focused on the task at hand.
She was going to save her mother's life, no matter what it took.
Sophia got into the VIP room, where Julian was waiting. His eyes searched hers as she asked, “Are you ready?”
Sophia took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes”.
Julian smiled and stood up, offering Sophia his arm. She took it, and led her to his car . After that, they headed to a nearby hotel.
Sophia was surprised at how gentle and calm he was.
They got to the hotel room which was a beautiful space.
The room was dimly fit, with soft music playing in the background. Julian closed the door behind them and turned to Sophia.
Sophia's heart was racing, but she stood tall, her eyes locked on Julian’s.
Sophia shook her head. “I'm not a stripper”, she said. “ I just…..I had to do this for something”.
Julian's eyes searched hers, but Sophia didn't elaborate.
Instead, Julian nodded. “You’re not like the others, are you?, crazy, I promise to be gentle with you since you aren't a stripper like you just said”, he said.
Sophia felt a surge of gratitude, followed by a flutter of anxiety.
As Julian stepped closer, Sophia's senses went in high alert.
Without a word, Julian reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out if Sophia's face. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
Sophia felt her resolve weakening, but she steeled herself. She was doing this for her mother.
Julian's eyes seemed to bore into Sophia's soul, as if searching for any sign of hesitation. But Sophia stood firm, her determination evident on her face.
“You're beautiful”, he whispered, his breath caressing Sophia's skin.
Julian's hands reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of her face. His touch was like fire, burning away her doubts and fears.
And then, without another word, Julian leaned in, his lips brushing against Sophia's. The kiss was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them both.
Sophia felt herself melting into Julian's arms, her body surrendering to his touch. The room around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of passion.
The sound of rustling clothes filled the air, followed by the soft thud of shoes hitting the floor. Sophia's dress was pulled down, her bra discarded on the floor.
Julian's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breast, her waist, her hips. Sophia felt like she was drowning, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Julian's touch.
And then, in a movement that was both gentle and rough, Julian lifted Sophia on the bed, his body covering hers. Sophia felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear as Julian's lips claimed her yet again, his body moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and yet, utterly foreign.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the soft whispers of pleasure.
As the night wore on, Sophia lost all sense of time, her body surrendering to Julian's touch, her heart beating in time with his. It was a night of surrender, a night of passion, a night that will change Sophia's life forever.
Just as Sophia thought she couldn't take anymore, Julian's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He ignored it, his focus solely on Sophia.
As they reached the peak of their passion, Sophia felt a rush of emotions she couldn't contain. And just as she was about to surrender
completely, Julian whispered something in her ear that made her heart skip a beat:
“This is just the beginning”.........
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







