Rachel blinked, stunned by the simplicity of the answer. “A kiss?” she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. “That’s it? Just a kiss?” But before Eloise could respond, Rachel fell silent, her thoughts running a mile a minute.Rachel's voice trembled slightly as she asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "Eloise, are you sure it was just a kiss?" Her eyes searched Eloise’s face for any sign that she was lying, but all she saw was sincerity, though tinged with a vulnerability that only made Rachel's worries deepen.Eloise’s heart warmed at the concern in Rachel's voice. She could see the worry etched across her friend’s face. She didn’t want to make Rachel anxious, so she answered as calmly as she could, "Yes, Rachel. He only asked for a kiss."It couldn’t have been that simple.Rachel knew the world they lived in. the world of men who had money, power, and twisted desires. She had seen enough to know that when a man of that stature made an offer, there were always st
Rachel couldn’t quite grasp why Ainsley seemed so obsessed with Eloise. But there was one thing she did know: Ainsley despised Eloise. He hated her with a passion that Rachel couldn’t entirely understand. The way he treated Eloise was harsh, even cruel. Ainsley’s disdain was clear in every action, every look.After a few seconds of deliberation, Rachel decided to downplay the situation, speaking with a calm tone. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” she said, her voice light, as though brushing it off. “The guest simply asked Eloise for a kiss.”She didn’t think Ainsley would care. After all, in the world of Club Scarlet Heart, such requests weren’t unusual. Guests often asked for kisses from the escorts, and sometimes even left generous tips in exchange. The women at the club didn’t mind. It was just part of the job, something that kept the customers satisfied and the money flowing. But Rachel didn’t anticipate what would happen next.The moment Rachel finished speaking, Ainsley, who was i
Eloise stood there, her eyes fixed on Mavis. There was a calm, unwavering intensity in her gaze, but Mavis didn’t acknowledge it. She was too focused on her own thoughts, the weight of her words. Eloise could feel the tension in the air between them. Mavis wasn’t talking to her.Eloise wasn’t one to be easily deceived, and she could sense there was something off about the situation. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of Mavis’s actions. She wasn’t used to being lied to so blatantly, and there was an unsettling feeling that gnawed at her from within.Mavis continued to speak, her voice still controlled. “I left my things in the bedroom that day,” Mavis said, her eyes not meeting Eloise’s. “So, I went back to retrieve them. That’s when I found you lying unconscious on the floor. I didn’t think twice; I took you straight to the hospital. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if I hadn’t returned when I did.”Eloise’s frown deepened as she processed Mavis’s words. Something di
Charles Oliver, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, stood still, his brow furrowed in confusion. He stared at the door Lucian had pointed to, the door to Room 3. There was nothing extraordinary about it. It was just a simple wooden door, no different from the others at Scarlet Heart Club.Lucian’s voice broke through his thoughts. “A beautiful woman will walk through this door shortly. She’s someone special, a sweetheart. Alpha Oliver, I’m just being a friend here, giving you a little advice.”Lucian smiled knowingly, and the look in his eyes was one that made every man in the room feel like they were part of a secret, unspoken bond. He tapped Charles on the arm, the gesture filled with more meaning than words could express. “You know what I’m saying, don’t you, Alpha. Oliver?”Charles, despite his initial confusion, understood all too well. He wasn’t some naive fool. He was the Alpha, respected and admired, and he knew what Lucian was implying. His expression softened, and a knowing smi
Charles stood by the transparent container that was ominously positioned in the center of Room 3. He pointed toward the large, almost suffocating structure with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Miss Mavis,” he said, his voice smooth and too kind, “have you ever seen a diving performance? This is what you need to do. Please, enter the container.”Mavis’s heart sank. The words hit her like a slap on the face, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked rapidly, trying to understand what Charles meant. A diving performance? Her mind raced, struggling to put the pieces together. But there was no mistaking it, she was being asked to enter that container.The workers in the room, having no time to waste, began to move quickly. They grabbed the transparent container and began carrying it toward the bathroom. Mavis stood frozen, her eyes glued to the glass structure that now seemed far too large, too oppressive. The container was nearly three meters high, its shape reminiscent of
Charles smiled at Eloise’s words, clearly intrigued. She’s more interesting than Mavis, he thought. There was a dark curiosity in his eyes as he observed her.“I heard you love money very much,” Charles said, his voice smooth.Eloise, not one to engage in such conversations, lowered her head, a knowing silence hanging between them. Everyone knew that she had a deep love for money, it was practically a trademark.She pursed her lips into an inscrutable smile before she finally spoke, her voice steady. “Yes, and that’s why I agreed to risk my life to do it.”Charles chuckled, his grin widening. “Alright! Four hundred thousand dollars. Deal!”He seemed genuinely amused, though Eloise knew it was merely a transaction to him. The deal was made, but the stakes were terrifyingly high.Eloise, while not outwardly graceful, had something more visceral, a certain edge that Charles found intriguing, even though she was far from the typical beauty. She wasn’t the type to shy away from risk, and fo
Mavis stood frozen, her eyes wide in terror, her body stiff with shock as she witnessed the horror unfolding before her. Every muscle in her body screamed for her to run, but her legs wouldn’t move. The scene before her seemed like a nightmare, surreal and impossible. The container holding Eloise was filled with water, and Mavis couldn’t tell if Eloise was alive or unconscious, or if she had even made it through the torment. The water sloshed around, threatening to engulf her, and Mavis’s heart thundered in her chest. This can’t be happening. It can’t be real, she thought, barely able to comprehend what she was seeing.Mavis’s eyes remained locked on Eloise, her thoughts a jumbled mess. The overwhelming fear of the moment caused her breath to become shallow and uneven. Is she alive? Is she breathing? The questions bounced in her mind, but no answers came, only fear. She knew time was running out. And then, a name echoed in her head. Ainsley.Ainsley. The man she had only heard whisper
Ainsley held Eloise’s hand, his grip strong, but the anger that had consumed him was slowly fading. As his fingers interlocked with hers, a strange warmth spread through him. His rage, his fear, the desperation to save her, everything calmed as though the touch itself was grounding him. Why does this feel so… right? His mind raced, unable to process the unexpected tranquility.For what seemed like an eternity, time stood still. Eloise coughed, water spewing from her mouth as she struggled to breathe. Each rasping breath felt like a battle, but slowly, with a strained gasp, she opened her eyes. They were swollen and irritated, her vision blurry. She could barely make out the figure in front of her, but there was something about his presence that comforted her.Ainsley watched her with a mix of relief and uncertainty. He could see her lips move, faint and trembling. Her voice, hoarse and weak, reached his ears. “Money,” she whispered.The word hit Ainsley like a slap in the face. The su
Time passed slowly.Eloise glanced at her wristwatch again, her brows knitting in frustration. The ticking felt like it echoed louder in the room than it had any right to, like each second was dragging its feet, deliberately mocking her patience. She shifted slightly in her seat, the silence becoming more stifling by the minute. Ainsley sat across from her, completely still, his small eyes trained on her face with an eerie calmness.The shrill ring of her phone startled her.Her body tensed instinctively. She snatched the phone from the table, her thumb sliding across the screen to answer.“Are you here yet?” she asked sharply.From the other end, Eric’s voice came hurried, uneven, and heavy with movement. He was clearly in motion. “I can’t come,” he said, no greeting, just urgency. “I’ll leave Ainsley with you for now.”Eloise shot upright. “Wait a minute,” she snapped. “Leave him with me for now? Isn’t Hank there?”She heard the sigh in Eric’s throat before he spoke. “Hank isn’t fre
Stepping aside, Eloise said in a formal tone, “Let me introduce you. This is Jack Ray, the representative of our partner.”Mandy, blinking in confusion, stepped forward and extended her hand politely. "Hello….."“Mandy, I’ll follow the project this time,” Eloise cut in swiftly, not allowing her to finish.Mandy froze, utterly bewildered.Eloise leaned close and whispered in her ear, “I’ll explain after we get back.”Jack personally walked them all the way to the car, his gaze never leaving Eloise until she disappeared from his sight.Inside the car, Eloise slumped back against the seat.“Have you met Jack before?” Mandy asked curiously as they neared the Moonlight Garden. “I thought I was going to be in charge of the project?”Eloise forced a smile. “Don't misunderstand. There are certain things about this project I need to handle personally. You've been working so hard, Mandy. You deserve a break.”Mandy still looked unsure. “Okay… but rest well after this problem is solved, okay?”A
The secretary suddenly stood up, her voice hurried and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mandy." Our president said he wanted to meet with Ms. Anthony alone to seek cooperation this time.”Eloise, Mandy, and the other Anthony Group representatives exchanged confused glances, uncertainty flickering between them. What a strange request! Suspicion brewed silently in the air.Mandy parted her lips to protest, but Eloise reached out, stopping her with a firm hand. “Take the others out of the conference room,” she instructed quietly, her voice calm but commanding.“But…” Mandy’s brows furrowed in deep worry. She didn’t want to leave Eloise alone.Eloise looked at her steadily, her gaze unwavering, burning with determination. “Mandy, you know how important this cooperation is to me.”It wasn’t just important to her; it was crucial to the future of the Anthony Group. It was everything.Mandy hesitated a moment longer, then finally nodded. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice reluctant. She signaled the othe
Ainsley was in a pitiful state; his clothes soaked through, his shoes worn out beyond recognition. He must have been searching for her for a long, long time, wandering alone through the rain.“Get in the car,” Eloise said urgently, her voice cracking as she took his trembling hand.Leading him carefully, she guided him back to the car, shielding him as best she could from the relentless rain.She pulled open the back seat door and gestured for him to climb in. But Ainsley stubbornly shook his head, water flying from his wet hair.“No,” he said firmly.“Why?” Eloise asked, frowning deeply, confused by his sudden refusal.“I don’t want to sit in the back seat, I want to sit there.” He pointed insistently at the passenger seat beside her.Eloise blinked, momentarily stunned. She didn’t quite understand what difference it made, but for Ainsley, it clearly meant everything.“I want to sit next to you,” he said seriously, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that surprised h
“No reward?” Ainsley’s mouth trembled, and he looked like he might burst into tears at any second.Eloise bit her lip hard. “Of course, you get a reward. Like I said, you did great.” She reached out and ruffled his hair. The next moment, she froze as Ainsley, clearly overjoyed, rested his head contentedly on her shoulder.Just then, Eric came up behind them, his voice low. “Everything’s ready, we can send it now.”No one spoke. The tension in the air was almost unbearable as they quietly got into the car. As the vehicle rolled down the dark road, Eloise stole a glance at Ainsley, who had already fallen asleep beside her.He used to occupy most of her life — in every memory, every thought. Now, the air inside the car felt stifling. Eloise turned her head sharply to the window, blinking hard. He couldn’t remember anything.All the entanglements they once shared ; love, hate and pain, now belonged to her alone.The car headed farther into the remote outskirts, taking a dark road lined wi
Eric hesitated, concern flickering across his face, but finally he nodded and stepped out, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud. Silence swallowed the room. Eloise stood motionless for a long, long time. The steady beeping of machines was the only sound, each one a harsh reminder of how fragile life was.Finally, she moved. Slow, heavy steps carried her to Ainsley’s bedside. She reached out with a trembling hand but stopped an inch from touching him.Instead, she sank into the chair beside him, folding her hands tightly in her lap to hide how badly they shook. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just sat there, hour after hour, her eyes never leaving his broken body.Five days and nights blurred into each other.Every time Eric or Jacob tried to pull her away, she stayed rooted there.“Won’t it hurt her if she doesn’t cry?” Eric asked once, whispering in a low voice, watching her through the window.“I’ve been through worse,” Eloise heard it she croaked, her voice raw and
“I want shoes to match,” she said softly.“Yes, ma’am. Right away,” the shop assistant said, hurrying off.Mandy walked closer and touched Eloise’s arm gently. “Eloise... are you sure you’re ready for this?”Eloise turned her eyes toward her. There was no hesitation in them. Only a fierce, burning determination.“I have to be,” she said, her voice almost breaking. “I don’t have a choice.”Mandy’s throat tightened. She wanted to hug her, to pull her back, to stop her from going, but she knew she couldn’t.Just then, Eloise’s phone buzzed.Mandy immediately grabbed it from the counter and handed it to her. “It’s Jacob,” she said quietly.Eloise answered on the second ring. “I’m ready.”“Good,” Jacob’s voice came crisply through the speaker. “A car is waiting for you outside. Your passport and visa are in the car. You’ll be taken directly to a private jet. You need to leave within the next twenty minutes.”“Understood,” Eloise said without hesitation.“And Miss Anthony... don’t be late,”
Mandy, who was driving, opened her mouth, only to realize she couldn't find a word to comfort Eloise. She knew Eloise too well, so she didn't feel the need for words to comfort her.The Anthony Group had many problems. Perhaps they had been overlooked, or perhaps Gary didn't think they were serious. Mandy was a little worried about Eloise, who was in the backseat. When Eloise was busy, she worked almost suicidly. Mandy thought she was supposed to hate Ainsley. After all, he was the one slowly forcing an extroverted woman into a corner. In all of Metrocity, Ainsley was the only person who could corner Eloise. But now, Mandy felt grateful to Ainsley. At least he would come on time to pick Eloise up for lunch and dinner, or Eloise would be too busy to eat.Mandy accompanied Eloise to work for several days, and Ainsley did not appear during this time.Eloise knew he was on a business trip.It wasn't the first time Ainsley had been on a business trip. Before, he'd call her no matter where
"Ainsley WIlliams! Damn you! "You promised me!” Eloise’s eyes blazed red with fury, veins visible on her temples as her body shook violently.Her scream echoed so loudly throughout the room that the light on the ceiling trembled from the force of her rage. She kicked at the bed frame, sending it crashing against the wall with a loud bang. The curtains flapped wildly in the air from the force of her movements, as if they too were disturbed by the storm erupting within her.The pain that flashed through Ainsley's eyes nearly froze him in place. His breath caught, but he focused hard on what he was doing, refusing to waver, even though guilt was clawing through his chest.Then her voice ripped through the room, raw and shattering, “Ainsley! I hate you!”Ainsley's eyes were filled with unbearable pain, the kind that didn’t show in blood but hurt worse than any wound. He clenched his jaw and abruptly lowered his head. Without a word, he pressed his lips to the scar on the back of her waist