LOVE GAME WITH THE CRIPPLED ZILLIONAIRE

"Zack, Celine, what is the meaning of this? Why am I here?" she demanded right away, her eyes quickly scanning the entire place.

A completely naked woman was dancing live on stage under dim lights, while the men seated in front watched her with admiration. As Rihanna looked around, it became clear she had been brought to a place where wealthy men indulged in sexual pleasure.

"This is your new life now, Rihanna. Don’t worry, I’ll visit you here all the time," her stepsister said, flashing an insane smile.

Amidst her stepsister’s accusations that she had stolen two billion dollars from the family business, Rihanna was stripped of her position as vice president. Her father cut off all access to her credit cards and shut down her bank accounts, leaving her with nowhere to go. She was now so broke that even a rat would pity her. Desperate, she tried to reach out to her boyfriend, Zack Larson, unaware that he had conspired with her sister to bring her to this club.

“Rihanna, didn’t you ask me for help?” Zack said, his tone mocking. “We thought this was the best place for you. You’re poor now, so stop acting like a princess. All you have to do is lie down, spread your legs, and let the men enjoy your body. You’ll earn piles of cash in no time. You don’t even need to—”

SLAP!

Zack didn’t even get to finish what he was saying when Rihanna’s palm landed hard across his cheek.

“How dare you! I can’t believe that after three years of being together, you’d say something like that!” she shouted, her voice trembling with fury. “Have you forgotten that you only became the CEO of Larson Industries because of me? I was the one who put you in that position! If it weren’t for the massive project I handed to you, your parents would’ve never trusted you to become CEO.”

“So what?” Zack sneered. “I only made you my fiancée because I knew you had connections with my dad, and I needed to get that position. Now that you’re useless, why would I waste any more time on you? You couldn’t even give me your virginity, so I might as well sell that body of yours and make some money out of it!”

Rihanna felt like her skin was about to burst from how furious she was. She raised her hand, ready to slap him again, but her stepsister beat her to it.

SLAP!

“It was Mom and Dad’s idea to bring you here to the club to teach you a lesson! Don’t put all the blame on Zack, because first of all, this is your fault. You were stupid enough to steal money from the company, and on top of that, you didn’t even cover your tracks. That’s why you got caught!”

“Really? Wow, I’m impressed, Celine. You think I don’t know you’re the mastermind behind all of this? But don’t be so confident because I’m holding the ace that can prove you were the one who stole from the company!”

Celine visibly paled at Rihanna’s words, but she quickly masked it with a smile and replied, “Oh, my dear sister… Do you think I’d let you do that? You’re not getting out of here alive. I’ll make sure of it.”

 She let out a chilling laugh before adding, “Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant with Zack’s child. So if you’re still hoping there’s a chance between the two of you, give up. Zack has only ever loved me. He just used you for your influence in the business world. Of course, he needed to convince his parents that he was worthy of running their company as CEO; that’s why he dated you in the first place.”

Rihanna felt like she was on the verge of losing her mind. She simply couldn’t believe the revelations pouring from the mouths of the two people she had trusted. Her heart struggled to accept that the man she had loved for three years could betray her like this.

“Where’s that woman?”

They both turned their heads at the sound of a woman’s voice. She appeared to be in her mid-50s and was striding toward them. Behind her followed several large, muscular bodyguards.

“Oh, hi, Madam Ritz! This is Rihanna, the one I told you about over the phone earlier,” Celine replied, then shoved Rihanna forward, presenting her to the older woman.

Madam Ritz scanned her from head to toe. A satisfied smile slowly spread across her face, like someone who had just hit the jackpot.

“Alright. I’ve already wired the money to your account. You may leave now.”

“Wait! Where are you taking me?” Rihanna cried out, struggling as the club’s bouncers forcefully dragged her away.

“Bye, Rihanna! Do your best in your performance, okay? Celine's laughter echoed inside the bar.

“You animals! You better pray I never make it out of here! If I do, you’ll both pay for what you’ve done!”

Tears finally fell from Rihanna’s eyes as the bodyguards threw her onto a small couch inside a dressing room. She winced in pain when the back of her head hit the wall.

An hour later, the door creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Madam Ritz entering the room.

“Rihanna, go to VIP Room #6 now. Your first customer is already waiting there. Fix yourself up. Stop crying like that; there’s nothing you can do anymore. Don’t act like you’re being forced into this. I paid a lot of money to your boyfriend and your stepsister, so do your job properly!”

After barking at her, the club manager turned to the woman inside the dressing room, who was busy putting on makeup.

“Cindy, take care of that girl. Teach her what she needs to do. I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of our VIP clients!”

As soon as their tiger-like manager left the room, Cindy quickly approached Rihanna, who was still curled up on the small couch, crying uncontrollably.

“Girl, those tears aren’t going to change anything if you just keep crying like that.”

When Rihanna still didn’t move, Cindy raised a brow at her. “Do you want to get out of this place or not?”

She immediately turned to face Cindy and gave a slight nod. She noticed the woman chewing bubble gum while eyeing her up and down.

“How old are you? Still a virgin?” Cindy asked, scanning her from head to toe.

Rihanna nodded again, wiped away her tears, and answered softly, “I’m twenty-five.”

“You’re beautiful, smooth-skinned, and sexy. No man would be able to resist taking you out of this place. If you want to get out of here, you’ll have to sacrifice your pride.” Cindy looked her directly in the eyes, as if reading her thoughts, then added,

“I can’t do it,” Rihanna replied tearfully, causing Cindy to lose patience.

“You can’t? You can’t even handle one night? Then prepare yourself to endure countless nights here, because you won’t just be pleasing one man but many. It’s your choice now. You either protect that so-called virginity of yours, or you use it to escape. Either way, the customers will take it from you.”

Rihanna fell deep into thought. Cindy had a point. That was the only way to escape this dark place, to sacrifice her virginity. But she swore… she would never let it happen again.

After she agreed, Cindy helped her get dressed and apply makeup. While fixing her up, she gave Rihanna all sorts of tips on how to please a man in bed.

“There you go, you look even more gorgeous now. Hurry up; he might be getting impatient. And hey, don’t forget about me when you finally get out of here, okay?” she teased with a playful smile as she led her out of the dressing room. 

“And make sure you stop by Madam Ritz’s counter first to check in,” she added once Rihanna was out the door.

As Rihanna walked down the hallway, she kept wiping her tears away. She still couldn’t believe this day had come. This nightmare was now her reality. The very people she had loved and trusted the most were the ones who destroyed her future. If only she had known that the two of them were working together to ruin her life, she would have never run to the man she thought was her boyfriend.

She was nearly at the counter when she heard Madam Ritz’s angry voice. The club’s dim lighting made it hard to see who she was talking to, especially since their backs were turned toward her.

“I already paid you a huge amount, and now you’re asking for more!?” Madam Ritz yelled. She suddenly slammed her glass of wine on the table and glared furiously at the two people in front of her.

“Madam Ritz,” one of them replied calmly.

The girl we sold you is still a virgin. Of course, it’s only fair that you raise the price. You’ll earn even more once you sell her to the man who gets her first.”

"How sure are you that she's still a virgin? What if you’re just scamming me?"

"Madam Ritz, that girlfriend of mine has never been touched and never even been kissed. Not even by me. She wouldn’t even let me kiss her. That’s how sure I am that she’s still a virgin."

"You filthy animal, Zack! The two of you seriously have the nerve to come back here just to raise my selling price?"

Rihanna’s heart boiled with rage as her eyes darted sharply between the two traitors who ruined her life.

"So you're already here, Rihanna."

She turned toward Madam Ritz upon hearing her voice.

"Don’t cause a scene here; our customers tonight are all VIPs. Here’s the logbook. Sign in and hurry up. Your customer’s been waiting."

Rihanna took the logbook from the old woman and quietly signed it.

"Good. You’ve cleaned yourself up nicely. If you always looked like this, we’d get along just fine. By the way, make sure to do your best tonight and keep your patience long. Your first customer is blind and disabled. This is his first time coming to this club, and he seems generous. He paid a huge amount just to request you specifically."

"Poor Rihanna," Celine chimed in mockingly.  "Imagine your virginity being taken by some blind and disabled guy. How’s he even supposed to please you in bed?"

Celine burst out laughing. Her voice was loud and cruel, adding to the fire burning in Rihanna’s chest. Zack stood beside her, grinning at Rihanna like she was nothing.

"That’s exactly what you’re good for, Rihanna—being sold off to men. You’re worthless to me anyway. Not like Celine; she gives me everything I want in bed."

Rihanna wanted to cry, but people like them didn’t deserve her tears. She walked straight up to the two of them and spoke through clenched teeth.

"Go ahead, enjoy yourselves while you can. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you both crawl on the ground and kiss my feet just to beg for my forgiveness."

Then she turned her back on them, hiding the tears that silently fell from her eyes. She made a vow to herself—she would fight back. She would never let anyone trample her again.

"Ha! Did she say we’re going to crawl? Hey, you lunatic! Are you trying to be funny? You’ll never get out of here! Men will use up that body of yours until there’s nothing left!"

She was already far down the hallway, but she could still hear their vicious laughter and taunts behind her. Still, she held her head high and walked on until she reached the door of VIP Room #6.

She let out a long breath and fixed herself before going inside. The room was dim, the only light coming from a nearby lampshade. She stepped in and sat on the bed, immediately noticing a man seated in a wheelchair, but his face remained in shadow.

"You're thirty minutes late. Hurry up and take off your clothes."

Why did her customer sound like he was in such a rush? He didn’t even ask for her name or talk to her first?

But then again, maybe it was better that way. No pretenses. No unnecessary talk. They all wanted just one thing anyway. She didn’t complain. If her freedom depended on this man, she would do everything he said.

Without hesitation, she undressed, wasting no time. But before surrendering the last thing she owned—her virginity—she faced the man and stated her terms:

"I’ll give you my virginity… on one condition. Help me escape from this place."