The Mafia Lord's Slave

"Who is he?" Jean felt the man who saved him from Mr Lee was familiar in her eyes. She shook her head, trying to think hard to remember that man. The touch on her shoulder interrupted her reverie. She reflexed to avoid touching it, afraid of a man like Mr Lee who tried to tease her."What are you doing here, Jean?" The middle-aged woman in tight clothes had awakened Jean from her reverie."Madam." A middle-aged woman with super thick make-up and tight clothes attached to her body. To the extent that her breasts almost came out completely if only the bra weren't covered. The woman that Jean called Madam can be called a pimp in the club where she worked. She was also the owner of a nightclub prostitution place. Of course, only certain insiders and people knew the black records at the nightclub Jean worked for."You're not usually here," Madam asked, confused to see Jean in the hallway of the VIP room. "Ah, that one." Jean found it difficult to explain because she wasn't fully aware

The man twisted the facts. He said that it was Jean who insisted on asking to have sex with the man. Of course, Jean denied it because the case wasn't like thatBut what did Jean get? A slap and a strong pull on her hair by her stepmother. Jean swore to her mother that the man was lying. That man was the one who wanted to rape her. However, Jean's stepmother believed the man's words more. Because their position showed that Jean wanted to rape the man as she was on top of him. "What an ungrateful daughter! I raised you but this is your reply?!?" Jean's stepmother named Merisa was furious. "I swear mom, it's not like that. He was the one who wanted to rape me." Jean cried, holding her mother's feet, begging her to believe her words. Not sympathy that Merisa gave but rather kicked and pulled Jean to her feet. Moreover, Merisa walked while pulling Jean's hair. "I'm fed up with you and your Daddy. If only I didn't need the money, I'll make sure I kick you out of here." Merisa pulled

It's eleven o'clock in the afternoon. Jean was still gracefully asleep on Chanyeol's bed. Not long after, Jean woke up and immediately looked at the clock on the wall. How shocked she was to see the short needle on the number eleven. "I'm late."Jean hurried downstairs."Je." Called Chanyeol from the kitchen to see Jean's panicked face."Chan, why didn't you wake me up?" Jean was Annoyed."On purpose." Chanyeol answered lightly.Chanyeol was a little disappointed because Jean's reaction was too normal since Chanyeol kissed her. Could Chanyeol expect Jean to show an embarrassing face or blush because of his treatment?"Chanyeol..." Jean was annoyed."Let me go, wlee." Chanyeol jokingly responded to Jean. He thought positively. Maybe Jean was still sleepy, so she still didn't remember what happened."You guys are still like kids. Stop teasing Jean, Chan." Chanyeol's mother twisted Chanyeol."Sorry Mom, Jean is the one who naughty." Chanyeol dodged it."Chanyeol is naughty Mom... Didn't

Boisterous voices from visitors who want to witness and become masters who would put as much money as possible to buy the auction woman they want. Jean and the seven women who participated in the auction lined up with their best poses to seduce the rich masters present in the room. Why was it called master? Because they would rule over the woman for a night or several days. Jean took a sip of saliva to see how many men had participated in the auction. This was her first time devoted to those who want to buy the best women in the club tonight. Even though Jean has been quite a while working in this club, she didn't want to know what they were doing in this room. And unfortunately, Jean became one of the auction ladies because of her stepmother. Jean applied her hands to the dress she was wearing. She wore a long gold dress with strap sleeves that showed off her beautiful shoulders, not to mention that Jean's dress was so fitting on her body that every curve of her body was printed

"I've just answered the question who is Mr Dominic and what he does. And he's not a mafia. And as to where Mr Dominic and what motive brought you here, later you will find out yourself. Are you satisfied with my answer?" Delia asked.Jean didn't answer. To be honest, Delia's answer wasn't satisfactory for her. But she refused to ask further and chose to nod her head."Okay, we have arrived. Inside, there are clothes that are ready for you to wear. Call me if you need anything.' Delia was about to leave, but Jean called her."Wait." Jean stopped Delia's steps."Who is the man below and who you are to Mr Dominic?" Delia turned and smiled faintly."Eliot? He is Mr Dominic's personal stylist and I am his trusted secretary."Jean was silent."Do you still have questions for me?" Delia asked, confirming."No, thanks." Jean tried to smile even though it was a forced smile."Let me go first. Don't hesitate to call me." After saying that, Delia left Jean with a thousand questions in her brai