Second Wife From the Brothel

"Monica, there's a call in room 310."

"Madam, I don't think I feel like serving anyone tonight," she replied, putting out her cigarette.

The glamorous adult woman let out a heavy sigh, picked up her phone, and spoke a few words before finally refocusing on Monica. The beautiful girl, the favorite of her brothel, just stayed silent, waiting for Madam's final decision.

"I already made an offer, but the client in that room only wants you," she said, trying to persuade Monica.

The girl remained silent; her body felt shattered, and her messy mood made her too lazy to fight on the bed as usual.

"Please think about it again, Monica! He's willing to pay a lot for you. Please don't waste this opportunity!"

It was true; no matter how special Madam's treatment of her was, it still lost compared to money; the rupiah had its own place in Madam's heart. Shouldn't she realize that her presence here was to be a compliant, performing robot?

Madam looked at her face full of hope, actually wanting to force her more, but was worried her action would make Monica feel pressured and uncomfortable.

"Madam, how long must I spend my life only serving men who never feel satisfied?" she complained, looking away.

Hearing that, Madam couldn't possibly be uninterested in responding.

"One thing you must remember, Monica! Our existence here is precisely for that. Don't question things that don't need to be questioned. The man is still waiting for you there. Go and serve him as well as you can!"

It turned out she was right; she shouldn't have asked. With a little coercion, she walked towards room 310. Her mind was blank, she was tired, and she wanted to run away, but that was impossible. The outside was far more dangerous; there was no one as good as Madam—that was the phrase the middle-aged woman kept repeating to her. Who knows what the truth was? Maybe it was indeed very dangerous.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door to 310. She slowly took a breath until she was completely calm. Hadn't she gotten used to this disgusting role? Her slender fingers reached for the doorknob; only two knocks, and a handsome man's face appeared, welcoming her cheerfully.

"Come in! I've been waiting for you."

Only a few people could book her, and the handsome man in front of Monica was one of them. He had a strong, captivating charm, a firm jaw, sharp eyebrows, and intense irises that would make any woman swoon over his allure. If Monica had to guess, this man must already have a partner. So why force himself to come to this place just to seek satisfaction?

"Come on in!"

Monica stepped forward gracefully; the fragrant aroma of her hair wafted and stung the man's nose. The man held out his hand, hoping for a greeting, but Monica felt strange, as usually her clients wouldn't waste time and would immediately devour her beautiful body.

"To be more familiar, call me Nathan!"

Monica was still staring at the hand that seemed to hang, swept by the wind. Slowly, she briefly accepted the outstretched hand before forcibly letting go again. Nathan's grip made her too uncomfortable.

"Where should we start? Don't waste my precious time, Nathan!"

Nathan gave a faint smile, looking at Monica, who was still staring back flatly. There was no desire there.

"Don't be in a hurry! My purpose here isn't for that," he replied, making the corner of Monica's lips curl up; she gave a cynical smile.

"Nonsense!" she cursed.

"Truly. My arrival here is actually to save you," Nathan said, making Monica unable to hold back her laughter.

"Save me from what? Are you the reincarnation of some superhero from the past? Don't make my stomach hurt with your strange jokes."

Now Monica was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her stomach. This was the first time she had a client who liked to boast.

Nathan stared intently at Monica's face, making the girl suddenly silent.

"I know you must want to be free from this place, don't you? I want to take you away and start a new life," he said convincingly. "How long will you stay here? You are depressed, and I know it," he continued.

Monica rolled her eyes lazily. Although she was slightly interested, she mustn't fall into the trap. Monica knew well that everything had a reciprocal value; it was impossible for him to offer freedom without asking for an unknown compensation in return.

"What do you want from me?" Monica asked in a flat voice, turning her face and standing with her back to him.

Nathan was slightly impressed. He thought all the women in this place only thought about pleasure without critical thinking, and Monica was the only woman he thought was smart. Both hands were tucked into his trousers pockets.

"Marry me!"

Monica was silent for a moment, then gave a crooked smile.

"Stop your craziness, esteemed Mr. Nathan! You just proposed to a prostitute. That's truly unbelievable. If you don't want to be served, go home and let me leave this place. How annoying people are nowadays!" Monica swore.

She got up to rush out, but Nathan's voice stopped her.

"I'm aware I proposed to you. But both of us will benefit here. Listen! My mother is sick, and your face is so similar to Arini's. I'm sure after seeing you, her condition will improve."

Monica felt something was wrong. How could Nathan fabricate such a lie just to persuade her? A similar face? It was true that every human being had seven lookalikes in the world, but at such a close distance, it was impossible. Men's tactics were apparently dangerous.

"Your fairy tale is good, but I'm not interested. Your presence here and daring to pay a high price for me already makes me suspicious, let alone your fairy tale now. It looks like you've planned everything, haven't you?" Monica pressed, making Nathan silent. He thought hard; conquering Monica was not that easy, apparently.

"Alright, I'll be honest. Actually, I've been looking for someone who looks like Arini for a long time, and it turns out I found you on one of the social media platforms. Your name is Monica, a woman who has a special appeal in this place. It's been three years since Arini left, and Mother has started getting sick."

Nathan paused for a moment before finally continuing his sentence.

"After we get married, I won't touch you. You'll get what you want: freedom, money, a house, a car, everything. And I'll get my mother's health back. Think about it again, Monica! I'm also not interested in ruining your life any further."

"Fine, if you insist. But what you need to know is, it won't be easy to get out of this place. Madam has stronger backing, and your life will also be threatened if you are reckless enough to take me out," Monica replied.

Monica informed Nathan about the brothel that was never the target of uniformed officers, a place that was very well-guarded and safe for all kinds of illicit transactions besides being served by the call girls inside. Monica also told him that several people had tried to escape, but always ended up back in this place in a somewhat concerning condition. Mr. A's influence in Madam's brothel was so great, and the illicit relationship they both maintained kept Madam and her loyal clients safe until now.

"Are you sure you can take me out of here?" Monica asked doubtfully.

"Of course. Follow me!"