Billionaire Falls for Prostitute

Mirabella's povThe bright sunlight pierced through the thin curtains, searing into my skull. I groaned, feeling a sharp pang in my head that made me wince. Slowly, I forced myself to sit up, blinking against the brightness as I took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was bare—cold, impersonal, with walls that pressed in on me. Confusion clouded my mind as I glanced down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. I was wearing a white lace gown. This wasn’t what I wore yesterday. Yesterday, I had been—“Where am I?” I muttered under my breath, my fingers brushing over the patterns on the gown. "Why am I in this?”I tried to push through the haze in my head, the throbbing making it hard to think. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to remember. Piece by piece, the memories began to stitch together. Then it hit me.“He really sold me?” The words left my lips in a whisper as disbelief washed over me. My legs gave way, and I crumpled to the floor, the shock numbing everything

Jayden's povAs I rode the elevator up to the club, my mind drifted to the past, to the days when I was nothing more than a dirty, hungry kid begging for scraps on the streets. I remember watching those people of high status stroll by, dressed in their fine clothes, noses in the air, like they were untouchable. Back then, I thought they were saints—clean and pure. But I know better now. You can never build empires like theirs without getting your hands dirty. You either play the game or you get played. I learnt that lesson the hard way, first as a pickpocket and then as I clawed my way up, step by step. Now, I had become one of them—a so-called success story, proof that a beggar could become a king. But the truth is, it’s all a façade. Respect, money, power—none of it meant a damn thing. Sure, I’ve got comfort, and nobody dared to laugh at me now, but where’s the excitement? Where’s the thrill I thought would come with all this? The wealth, the respect—they’re just empty rewards, hol

Jayden's povThe club was packed tonight, as expected on a weekend. I weaved through the crowd, dodging couples making out, people downing shots, and others swaying to the beat of the music. For a place whose location is supposedly a well-guarded secret, the rush, especially on weekends, always made me question if that was still true.I headed to my usual VIP spot—the table near the stair railing. From there, I had the perfect view of the crowd, making it easy to pick out which woman I would spend the night with. It had become my ritual at this point.Sitting there, waiting for me, was Caesar, the heir to Alfred, one of the Big 5 who controlled the city's underground. We had set up a meeting for a business proposal before I indulged myself for the night. Although we had collaborated on several deals, ones his father didn’t know about, Caesar and I were strictly business. No friendship. I don’t do friends.The moment I sat down across from him, he glanced at his golden Rolex watch."

Mirabella's povI could hardly breathe as I was led back to what had become my room. I kept on muttering curses under my breath, not out of anger, but because he had awakened something in me that I had never known existed. My body throbbed with need, and I knew that no matter how much I tried to deny it, I wanted him again. I should not be having this thought. It was absurd, shameful even, but the truth gnawed at me—I craved him. That distraction earlier... if it had not happened, I would have gladly let him take me. Hell, if he walked in now, I would not hesitate. I was willing and desperate to have his cock inside me.“The asshole is so freaking hot,” I murmured, biting my lip as flashes of him ran through my mind. His hotness was undeniable. He was the kind of man that turned heads wherever he went and could give a Greek god a run for their money. Although he wore a shirt the entire time we were in the room, his muscular build was evident in his wide shoulders, making him irres

Jayden's povEven though the weight of Ariana being in the hospital bed was constantly on my mind, I forced myself to keep going. I could not afford to let everything else fall apart while waiting for her to wake up. So, I buried myself in work, catching up on the paperwork and official duties I had neglected. It was not easy, but I had no choice. I tried to focus as I was busy in my office, even though my thoughts kept drifting back to her.I was in the middle of a video call with my foreign dealer, finalising the details for Caesar’s shipment, when Zayn quietly stepped into the room. He did not interrupt, just sat across from me, waiting patiently for me to finish.After I ended the call, I leaned back in my chair, letting out a small breath. "Is everything set on our end for Caesar’s delivery?"He nodded, confirming everything was ready. “Yes, all the arrangements have been made. We are good to go.”I gave a slight nod, then paused for a second before asking him another question.