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Hannah
“If you bend over a little bit more, I might just give you a bigger tip.” A huge guy in a red leather jacket said loudly as I cleared the table opposite his.
“Damn girl are you on the menu too? I’d order you anytime.” His friend added whistling as they broke into raucous laughter.
Those words weren’t new to me anymore. Catcalling was a regular thing with the men in Earthly Paradise nightclub.
I’d heard it too many times and learned how to shove it all down instead of getting affected by it.
Lately, I just flash a smile and move along whenever a customer makes a flirtatious advance about my beauty or crosses a line with an inappropriate sexual comment.
I hated working here and did not want to entertain any more of their antics, but I did not have any other option. It was the only place I could find that would hire a college dropout with no degree.
For years I blamed my sister, Lily for how our lives turned out. She tore our family apart. Years ago, our father won a contract deal from Alfred Wolfe, a cutthroat businessman to construct a new building for the Ryuse Group.
Alfred was not the type of man anyone should cross, and Lily damned us to a cruel reality when she stole the Ryuse project money our father had just contracted, and ran away with my boyfriend of four years, Sebastian Grey.
Their betrayal stung deeply and for a long while, I could not still believe it. I could not believe they could do that to me, but it was then that I realized that Sebastian was never truly mine. They'd been dating in secret all along, and I was just the naive fool who believed Sebastian’s promises to marry me.
After they ran away, our family sank into a heavy debt of two million dollars.
Alfred used his influence to take everything we owned; our house, business and savings, leaving us with nothing except an immense debt to pay off.
Our father died shortly after from high blood pressure, struggling to find ways to pay off our debts and my mother found solace in drugs and quickly got addicted to them, causing her to fall ill.
She was part of the reason I took this job that I hated. I’d managed to put her through rehab but her treatment and therapy expenses were too much than my salary could cover.
“Hannah, table 4’s order is ready.” My manager, Ethan called, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I heaved a deep sigh, and returned to the kitchen.
Picking up the tray, I walked briskly towards the diner and stood a good distance away, scanning the room to find table 4.
“Great!” I muttered, counting my bad luck.
I shuddered, irritated as I looked at the table and saw the red leather guy and his pack of friends who from a glance I could tell were already drunk.
Composing myself, I heaved a deep breath, bracing myself for more of their sexual comments.
“Well well, look who it is. I knew she’d come back.” The guy in the red leather said as I set their order on the table.
I tried to ignore him, knowing full well that he was up to no good. My mind was already too preoccupied tonight, focusing on the Screenwriter School exam that was just a few hours after my shift.
Removing the plates from the tray, I continued to serve him and his pack of drunk friends.
“Oooh, looks like she’s gonna make you work for it, Bill.” One of the leather-bound boys chuckled. Still, I continued to ignore them. I knew what men like these wanted, and I was not in the business of selling my body to men like them or any man for that matter.
“Will that be all guys?” I finally asked with a bitter smile plastered on my lips.
“How about a side of you with that burger, huh sweetheart?” Red leather guy said, winking at me.
A sheepish smile escaped my lips, but it wasn’t from a point of flattery. I was simply disgusted by how dumb and pathetic men like these were willing to be.
“Come on baby, I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you. So what time do you get off? I bet that uniform will look better on my floor, don’t you think?”
At this point I was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. I’d been working two years in this nightclub trying to raise enough money for Royal Group screenwriting school, and met a lot of men who sometimes came on too strong, but never one who sucked so bad at taking a hint.
Clearly, red leather guy needed to be told off. Pursing my lips, I shook my head and rested my hand on my hip,
“Look, Bill is it? I bet your catty weak lines usually work on girls that are just drifting like you, looking to have a good time with whatever dick that comes their way, but I’m not that girl, so why don’t you do us both a favor and just maybe save the shitty lines and try your luck somewhere else. Although I’ll pity the unfortunate girl who goes home with you.” I hissed and turned to walk away.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see red leather guy’s face contort in anger. He looked so humiliated and incensed, which did nothing but give me a strange satisfaction.
“Those guys give you any trouble?” One of the waiters, Edgar asked as I returned to the kitchen.
“You know how it is, comes with the job.” I said and he chuckled dryly,
“I’m not sure I can relate.” He replied and a smile stretched my lips.
“Your screenwriters' examination is tonight, isn’t it?” He quickly added, catching me by surprise. I wasn’t sure I’d mentioned that to anyone in this place, and was even more confused by how he knew.
I was about to ask when he quickly interjected,
“You should go home and prepare for it. I’ll cover for you.”
I hesitated at first, feeling unsure about his generosity, but then decided to take up his offer. My entire future was riding on this examination and I did need more time to study.
“Thank you,” I uttered softly, grabbed my bags, and walked out, taking the back alley.
Hurrying down the alley, I checked in my bag to confirm I was with my keys and then felt a sudden sharp blow to my head, sending me crashing to the ground instantly. My vision immediately became hazy, but as I looked up my body tensed in horror as I saw red leather guy with his friends, surrounding me with vicious looks in their eyes.
“You think I was just going to let you get away with humiliating me, huh bitch?” He sneered and kicked me in the stomach. I winced in pain, holding my stomach.
“No one disrespects Big Bill!” He growled as he attacked me again.
“Please stop!” I cried, as he forcefully dragged my hair, pulling me up and landing another heavy punch to my gut.
I tried to use my last strength to scream for help, but his friends muffled my screams, covering my mouth with their hands as Bill continued attacking me.
My vision began to fade and I was about to pass out when I saw red lights from a vehicle approaching.
Desperately, I reached out my hand, hoping whoever was behind the wheel would notice me, but then I felt another blow to the stomach and my vision completely faded.
Ethan
Earthly Paradise was one of the few places I never imagined I’d see myself in, and if Clint wasn’t such a good assistant, I would have fired him for fixing my meeting with Gavin Lockwood here tonight.
I tried my hardest to ignore the depreciating state of the environment, but then something suddenly caught my attention.
Far in the depths of the alley, the car headlights shone on a girl being assaulted by a group of men, but what intrigued me most was her delicate beauty even from a distance, and calm demeanor despite being attacked.
Usually, I’d ignore whatever was going on and just go about my business as quickly as possible just to get out of this depressing environment, but there was something strange about this girl, an air of familiarity about her.
“Pull the car over,” I said hurriedly, and Clint immediately parked the car. I grabbed the small pistol in the glove compartment, and without any hesitation stepped out of the car, walking towards the alley.
The closer I got, I could see the situation better. A hefty man was about to hit her again and I quickly interjected.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, creasing my brows in anger as I stared at the heavy-built man.
Slowly, he unclenched his fist and turned towards me. Taking one glance at my outfit, he smirked mockingly even though he could barely see my face, “I think you should keep walking boy, this is none of your business.”
“It is my business.” I replied firmly, taking a step closer.
The man smirked maliciously and nodded at his boys. Immediately, they threw the girl on the ground and started approaching me.
I heaved a deep sigh, reached into my suit, and pulled out the gun, aiming it directly at the man.
Immediately they saw it, they froze in horror and raised their hands, backing away slowly until the darkness completely covered them.
“Whatever man, you can have the slut.” The man’s voice echoed, followed by his receding footsteps, as they ran away.
I shifted my gaze to the girl, slowly approaching her. Her breaths were weak and her eyes were barely open when I got closer to her.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I picked her up, heading back towards my car, and then her eyes slowly opened,
“Wh-who are you?” She asked, trying to capture my face, but as I turned my gaze towards her, she blanked out completely.

JulianBefore I could say anything else, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Someone was approaching our table.Savannah must’ve noticed too because she turned her head, and the color drained slightly from her face.He was tall, wore a tan suit, and seemed rather too confident. Every step he took carried that kind of self-assured arrogance that came from generations of money and power. Colleen walked with a lazy, almost calculated ease, like the world would move out of his way whether it wanted to or not. When he reached our table, he stopped, slid his hands into his pockets, and gave Savannah a small, knowing smirk.“Hi,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “I’m Colleen.”Savannah didn’t take his hand. She just looked at him, her body stiff as stone.“Colleen, this is Savannah. Savannah, Colleen.” I said quickly, trying to break the tension in the air.“I know who she is,” Colleen said, lowering his hand, slightly amused. “The girl is shaking up half the school and pissing off m
JulianBy the time I got to the café, Savannah was already there. She sat by the window, her arms folded, and her face half-lit by the morning sun. The same stubborn glint I’d come to recognize was right there in her eyes. She didn’t look like someone who’d been sleeping well, either. But then again, neither of us had.When she spotted me, she gestured for me to sit, and I slid into the seat across from her.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out tighter than I meant.“Morning,” she replied, her eyes flicking toward me with that half-curious look she always had when she knew I was hiding something. “You said we needed to talk?”“Yeah.” I nodded, rubbing my palms together, searching for where to start. “There’s something you should know first.”Savannah leaned in slightly, and her eyes narrowed. “You’re scaring me already.”I gave a dry laugh. “Trust me, I wish I were exaggerating,” I said.She didn’t interrupt, so I continued.“Last night, I got a call,” I sa
JulianAfter that call, I couldn’t sleep that night. I just lay there staring at the ceiling, my phone face down beside me, my mind running wild with everything that had happened, the call, the threats, my father’s text messages, Savannah. Especially Savannah.By the time the sun broke through my window, I already knew what I had to do. It wasn’t even about choice anymore; it was about control. My whole life, people had been trying to make decisions for me. My father, the company, and even the people who thought they knew what was best. But this time, I wasn’t letting anyone else dictate my next move.And so, I pushed off the bed, grabbed my phone, and just sat there for a moment, staring at it like it might talk back. My hand hovered over Savannah’s contact, but I didn’t press dial right away. Part of me wondered what she’d think, if she’d even want to get me roped in this. But another part of me, the part that was tired of being scared or uncertain, didn’t care. So I hit the call bu
Julian Since I received that call, all sleep had cleared from my eyes. I kept turning over the same words, the same voice that had crawled into my head and refused to leave. “Tell your friend Savannah Ford that she’s not the only one being watched.”It was the most eerie thing I’d heard in a while. Which made me wonder how much worse the person behind the phone was. Suddenly, every freak in the walls, every flicker of shadow outside my window, made my nerves twitch. I tried to convince myself it was a prank, maybe someone trying to scare me off from helping Savannah, but something about the tone, the calm precision in that voice, told me it was more than that.By 2 a.m., I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, grabbed my phone, and stared at the unknown number on the screen. My thumb hovered for a second as I contemplated whether this was the right move to take, but then, against all inhibitions, I typed,“Who is this?”The message went through instantly, and the screen stayed still. T
Julian Since I received that call, all sleep had cleared from my eyes. I kept turning over the same words, the same voice that had crawled into my head and refused to leave. “Tell your friend Savannah Ford that she’s not the only one being watched.”It was the most eerie thing I’d heard in a while. Which made me wonder how much worse the person behind the phone was. Suddenly, every freak in the walls, every flicker of shadow outside my window, made my nerves twitch. I tried to convince myself it was a prank, maybe someone trying to scare me off from helping Savannah, but something about the tone, the calm precision in that voice, told me it was more than that.By 2 a.m., I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, grabbed my phone, and stared at the unknown number on the screen. My thumb hovered for a second as I contemplated whether this was the right move to take, but then, against all inhibitions, I typed,“Who is this?”The message went through instantly, and the screen stayed still. T
JulianFor some reason, I couldn’t stop replaying that conversation with Savannah in my head. Every word of it, every look she gave me when I told her about my father. It forced me to confront my reality. For the longest time, I’d tried to run away from it. I didn’t think much of my life and what I wanted for myself. But she’d said it so easily then, and I had no other choice but to face it, “You’ll figure it out.” I still remember her words. As if it were that simple. Like defying the man who’d built my entire life to what it was now, wouldn’t come crashing down on me.But still, somehow, those words stuck. When I got back to my room that night, the silence felt heavier than usual. My walls were bare except for a few sketches and old photos, but right then it felt like they were closing in. For a while, I just walked around the room, gazing at nothing in particular, but then I sat down on my bed and my eyes shifted to the phone on the nightstand. It was almost like it was staring b








