In the relentless storm of misfortune, Jessa's world crumbled as her businesses fell like a house of cards, leaving her drowning in a sea of debts. The remnants of her once comfortable life vanished one by one, leaving only an overwhelming sense of financial ruin. Among the mounting troubles, the most pressing was her father's debt to a menacing loan shark. Jessa had to settle it, or risk dire consequences for her beloved Papa. To make matters worse, the family home was on the brink of foreclosure by the relentless claws of the bank. Desperate, she approached the formidable Mr. Guiller Moretti, proposing a dire trade-her internal organs in exchange for her father's life. Yet, Mr. Moretti turned down the grim offer and presented an alternative. A job. A demeaning profession she never thought she would consider. Faced with the choice of endangering her father or sacrificing her own dignity, she opted for the latter. Jessa agreed to become a high-priced escort to secure her father's freedom. Little did she know, this was just the beginning of her tumultuous journey. Fate took an unexpected turn when her first client turned out to be Xyrius Dale Smith, a notorious playboy from the university she attended. Xyrius not only paid off her father's debts but showered her with opulence-expensive dresses, cars, condos, and jewelry. Yet, the exorbitant price for this lavish lifestyle was her exclusivity. He demanded her body to be his and his alone. Was it a heaven-sent salvation? Far from it. Was she lucky? Definitely not. From the moment Xyrius became obsessed with her allure, Jessa's life took a chaotic nosedive into a whirlwind of unexpected passion and turmoil, leaving her to question if this twist of fate was a blessing or a curse.
View MoreJessa turned her head towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window beside her. From there, she could see the vast ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore, and the breathtaking blend of orange and crimson hues from the setting sun. Birds soared freely across the sky.
It's calming and beautiful. But she couldn't bring herself to appreciate the view. Because she had a huge problem! She woke up in a room she didn't recognize, with no idea whose place this was or where she even was. She didn't remember going on a trip! The last thing she recalled was stopping by a 7-Eleven to buy siopao—when suddenly, two men in black ski masks approached her and forcibly shoved her into a van. She fought back. She kicked, scratched, and even pulled hair. But before she could do more, they made her inhale something foul—a chemical so strong that it knocked her unconscious. And when she woke up... she was here. The sound of the door unlocking made her snap to attention. She immediately pressed herself against the headboard. The door swung open, revealing a man carrying a tray of steaming hot food. He wore Hawaiian board shorts and an open polo, leaving his broad, chiseled chest completely exposed. Her gaze drifted lower—right to those mouthwatering abs that looked so—Wait! No, no, erase that! She should not be ogling this man. No matter how sinfully delicious his body looked, promising all sorts of forbidden pleasures! Shit. Forcing herself to look up, her blood boiled the moment she saw the smirk on his lips. He looks like a devil. A devil with a body that could make anyone worship him. He stepped into the room, moving closer to her. In a flash, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. He dodged with ease—but in doing so, the tray slipped from his hands, sending its contents crashing to the floor. "Fuucckk!!" His roar was so loud it practically shook the entire room. Jessa bit her lip, instantly regretting her reckless move. And when she saw the way his eyes darkened, his breathing ragged like a beast ready to charge, she knew—she was screwed. Smoke might as well be coming out of his nostrils. He took a step forward. She instinctively lifted herself off the bed. He cracked his neck and took another step. She jumped off the mattress. This is it. I'm dead. There was nowhere to run. No matter which way she bolted, he would catch her. Her eyes darted to the glass window, then back to the enraged man stalking toward her. Then back to the window. I won't let him catch me alive! And so, without a second thought, she ran and slammed her body against the glass. A moment later... she found herself sprawled on the floor, seeing stars dance in her vision. What the hell? She didn't break through the glass?! Why is it that in movies, glass windows always shatter when the protagonist crashes into them? But her? She got nothing but a bump on the head and a full-body ache! "What the hell are you doing?" he asked mockingly, standing over her. She wanted so badly to claw that smug look off his face. But her vision was already darkening. "Don't bother running," she heard him say before everything faded into nothingness. "I never let go of what's mine, pussy doll..."Jessa's POVTimothy had indeed escorted her back to the cabin. The guy was undeniably handsome. He had a sharp, prominent nose and mesmerizing green eyes. Simply captivating. She hadn't come across anything unattractive on this yacht since she boarded, not even a hint.Even the man wearing a mask, though she hadn't fully seen his face yet, she could already tell there was something striking about him hidden behind that mask.With a sigh, she flopped down on the bed. She was still craving food. She lay on her stomach, arms stretched out, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as her mind wandered.She hadn't called her father yet. By now, he must be in Ilocos.
A yacht. She couldn't believe it. He had actually brought her to a yacht.And it wasn't just any yacht—it was afuckingopulent, luxurious yacht. She knew that a luxury yacht wasn't just about getting from one place to another. It was astatement. A symbol of immense wealth and power, something only the world's richest billionaires could afford.If she were anyone else, maybe she'd be impressed—maybe even flattered—that her client was such a high-profile figure. But not her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the reality hit her.The way he looked at her—like she was a plaything. A toy. What if he decided touseher? Just like in the movies or those sordid articles she'd come across. The ones ab
The man wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned all the way down, exposing the sculpted perfection of his body to her ravenous gaze. She snapped her mouth shut, suddenly aware of the very real possibility that she might start drooling.His broad chest was smooth, taut, and utterly sinful. Every dip and ridge of his abs seemed carved to perfection—dangerously tempting, impossible to ignore.Desire coiled low in her belly, tightening with every second she spent looking at him. It was almost surreal to think that just last night—or was it mere hours ago?—those powerful arms had been wrapped around her, holding her captive in a storm of pleasure.It felt like a dream. A wicked, intoxicating dream that left behind nothing but aching memories.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.Was this supposed to happen?Did cuddling come after sex—after a transaction like this?She lay on her side, her back pressed against him, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, the warm gusts of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.It felt... intimate. Too intimate.Was this just routine for him? Did he do this with every woman he paid to f*ck?A quiet sigh left her lips.
She was nothing more than a sack of rice to him—hoisted over his shoulder with effortless strength before being tossed onto the bed.Her gaze flickered to the ceiling mirror, catching sight of her own reflection. Her eyes were dazed and hooded, her cheeks flushed with color, and her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.The hem of her dress had ridden up to her stomach, exposing her bare skin beneath. A deep sense of shame burned through her, and she instinctively pressed her legs together, desperate to conceal herself.But then he started undressing.The masked man—her first customer—stood before her, peeling away his clothes piece by piece. She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, as if
She tilted her head up, only now realizing just how tall he was. She barely reached his chest.Her breath hitched as their eyes met again.Even with half his face hidden, his presence was overwhelming. The sharp planes of his jaw, the sensual curve of his lips—it was unfair how effortlessly magnetic he was.And yet, all she could think about was the mask.What did he look like underneath?As if drawn by some unseen force, her hand lifted, fingers trembling as they reached for it.Before she could make contact, his hand shot up, catching her wrist in a firm grip.She gasped.Not in fear—but at the heat of his touch.It was jarring. Blazing.His warmth seeped into her skin, chasing away the cold that had wrapped around her like a vice.Her eyelids fluttered shut.For a moment, she just let herself feel it—the contrast, the strange relief, the way his touch sent tingles up her arm.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then her gaze lifted back to his.Something flickered in her eyes. A si
"Ma'am, we're here," the taxi driver's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts.She blinked, startled. The car had already come to a stop. She hadn't even noticed.Taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted her gaze. The towering five-star hotel loomed before her, its golden lights shimmering against the night sky. It looked luxurious, almost otherworldly—so different from the life she had known.This was where she would sell her virginity.Her stomach twisted violently. The overwhelming urge to cry clawed at her throat, but she swallowed it down. No. She couldn't break. Not now.Not when her father was counting on her."Ma'am?" the driver called again, concern lacing his voice."S-Sorry..." she mumbled, fumbling for her wallet with trembling hands. She handed him the fare and stepped out of the taxi, her legs feeling like they could give out beneath her at any moment.The moment she crossed the threshold into the hotel, the air changed. The scent of expensive cologne and freshly poli
She rushed home, her heartbeat matching the frantic pace of her footsteps as she made her way to her parents' bedroom. Without hesitation, she grabbed a suitcase and began pulling out her father's clothes, folding each item with mechanical precision. She was midway through packing when the door creaked open.Her father stood there, his gaze filled with quiet confusion.She spared him only a brief glance before turning back to the closet, carefully unhooking the neatly hung clothes. One by one, she laid them on the bed, folding them with the same care she had seen her mother do so many times before."Are we leaving?" His voice was laced with uncertainty.A sharp pain stabbed at her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Only you, Pa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't look at him."H-Huh?" His brows furrowed. "But I have nowhere to go."She swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. When she finally turned to face him, she held his gaze, even
The entire 13th floor was exclusively Mr. Guiller Moretti's office, as confirmed by the woman who greeted her—his executive secretary.She stepped inside, her gaze sweeping across the expansive space. The walls were made entirely of glass, giving an illusion of openness, while at the center sat an imposing office desk. In front of it was a long conference table, surrounded by twelve chairs spaced apart just enough to maintain an air of authority.Behind the glass desk sat Mr. Guiller Moretti himself."I didn't expect you to come this early, Ms. Chongson," he greeted with an easy smile. "Ms. Tenorio, get us some drinks," he instructed his secretary before gesturing to the chair across from him.She sat without hesitation, her eyes locking onto his."I don't have the money to pay my father's debt, Sir," she stated outright. There was no point in stalling, no room for shame. She had to get straight to the point before she lost the nerve to say it. Her stare remained steady, unwavering. T
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