Lillian's impatient voice interrupted Gloria's thoughts.
She said angrily, "Gloria, I said that I accidentally locked the door. I didn't mean it. What do you want?" Lillian thought that Gloria was accusing her. Lillian had been angry with her ever since she saw Gloria and Derrick kissing in the stairwell. She had explained the reason to Gloria. She thought that Gloria should be grateful and not pretend to be weak. Looking at Gloria's pale face, Lillian remembered that Derrick helped Gloria out when she was bullied by Patrick at Fittro Club. She couldn't understand why Derrick paid special attention to Gloria. The more Lillian thought about it, the more unhappy she felt. In Lillian's eyes, Gloria could not be compared to her at all. Lillian was prettier, sweeter, and better educated. However, Derrick treated Gloria so differently. Lillian thought, 'Gloria must have slept with Derrick, that would be the only explaGloria was lost in her memories, and she did not hear those unpleasant words from Lillian. "Gloria, you scolded me for being mean just now, and now you are going to play dumb?" Lillian's sharp voice was mixed with Gloria's panicked cry. There was a loud bang. Gloria fell and her head hit the doorknob. She gasped and turned to look at Lillian, who was shocked. Blood streamed down her forehead, and her world became a red blur. Gloria found that Lillian looked frightened. What happened? "It's not me! It has nothing to do with me! You didn't stand firm. It has nothing to do with me!" Gloria's vision became more blurred, and the last scene she saw was Lillian panicking and running past her out of the room. Her vision was blurring, and she was still confused. What happened to Lillian? "Christine, I want to ask for leave." Gloria felt very sleepy, and she muttered to herself without knowing what she was t
Christine's smile disappeared when she heard what the manager said. She stared at the manager. Christine used to be a rogue, and Patrick saved her back then. Patrick asked her to join the Black Thorn Pack. When Patrick found out that she had Alpha's blood, he asked her to help him run the Fittro Club. Although the manager of the Public Relations Department was also from the Black Thorn Pack, she did not have Alpha's blood. Therefore, when Christine showed her Alpha aura, the manager immediately felt the pressure. "Emily, I asked Gloria to work in your department. Are you questioning my decision or judgment?" Cold sweat dripped down Emily's forehead. She quickly denied it, "I didn't. If you think highly of her, then I will spend more time teaching her. Christine, I have to go now. I still have work to do." Christine stood in place. When she heard that Gloria wanted to rest for a few days, she was pleased. Finally, the silly gi
Gloria became more silent as she saw Lilian's reaction. She didn't really need Lillian's apology. She simply wanted others to show some respect. She almost forgot the feeling of being respected. Patrick, the mighty Alpha, destroyed a werewolf. He destroyed Gloria. Gloria felt pain and regret. She told herself not to expect too much. She shouldn't expect people to respect her. "Gloria, tell me how much money you want. Even if I have to give you all my savings, I will not apologize to you. You crawled on the ground and barked like a dog for money. A person like you is not worthy of my apology!" Lillian said angrily. After Lillian finished speaking, she thought for a few seconds and revealed a disdainful smile. She continued, "If you want to tell others that I hurt you, it's fine. However, no one will believe you. Let me remind you, I am a student at Gabbs University. I am here to earn my tuition fees, and in the eyes of others,
Hearing Gloria's words, Lillian was even more frightened. Lillian was afraid of Christine, so she did not stop Gloria anymore, but Lillian hated Gloria even more. Slowly, Gloria walked out of the hospital. Lillian did not notice that the humble and incompetent Gloria was getting calmer and more confident as she walked out. Lillian did not notice that a man was leaning lazily against the door frame of the ward next to Gloria's. The man glanced at Gloria, who then disappeared at the elevator entrance. Then he walked past Lillian to the elevator. Gloria took the elevator downstairs. She had a problem with her legs, so she walked slowly. She walked out of the hospital and stood at the intersection to get a taxi. "I want to go to Fittro Club. Can you make it a little cheaper?" The driver glanced at Gloria and said, "I charge by the meter. If you don't want to go, I'll leave now." The driver wouldn't give her a discou
In the lounge of the Public Relations Department, the call girls were having a heated discussion. Despite the lessons from Yuna and Ruby, no one else took them seriously. Besides, the big boss hated troublemakers, and they did not do anything to Gloria. These people had a problem with Gloria because they didn't think she met the standards to work in this department. Moreover, before she came to this department, Gloria was a cleaner and had been cleaning the bathrooms for a few months at the club. For some reason, Gloria suddenly became their colleague, so it was normal that they felt uncomfortable about it. Gloria followed Emily to the VIP room on the fifth floor. Emily didn't know why this customer had asked Gloria to serve him. Emily looked at Gloria expressionlessly and said, "You'll serve in the VIP room. Remember to talk and behave properly and to make the customers happy. Don't offend the customers. Understand?" "Yes, Emily,"
As Gloria looked at the check in her hand, her face gradually turned pale. She had received a lot of humiliation from previous customers, yet she had a clear conscience. She understood that Mike had given her 100 thousand dollars because Mike felt she was similar to the woman he loved. But today, she didn't do anything. Lucas stood in front of Gloria, half a head taller than her. He lowered his eyes and curled his lips as he admired the woman's expression. It was as if he could see her struggling inside from the subtle changes in her expression. And he enjoyed watching it very much. Gloria's face grew paler, and there was a hesitant look in her. On the one hand, she felt that she shouldn't take the money. On the other hand, she urgently needed money. Suddenly, she slowly raised her head. From her angle, she could only see Lucas' pretty chin and his curved lips. She asked, "Sir, do you need me to do anything for you?" A trace
Christine asked this because she was afraid that Gloria would put in too much effort to earn money. Looking at the concern in Christine's eyes, Gloria felt warm in her heart. Gloria did not want Christine to be anxious. She replied, "Christine, he only asked for a kiss." Christine could not help crying out in surprise, "A kiss? That simple?" But the next second, Christine fell silent. A kiss? It could not be that simple. Christine saw too many men who were polite in front of others and exposed their kinky hobbies when they were at Fittro Club. Many of them were werewolves, and werewolves liked to tease humans. They were happy to see humans obey their orders. This man could have any woman he wanted, but chose Gloria and gave her 20 thousand dollars. Christine looked at Gloria. Christine did not look down on Gloria. She just felt Gloria was really not the type of most men. Christine thought that there were very fe
Christine did not know why Patrick was so concerned about Gloria. However, Christine did know that Patrick hated Gloria a lot. Otherwise, he would not have tortured Gloria like this. So, after thinking for a few seconds, Christine said in a euphemistic tone, "Nothing out of the line. The guest just asked Gloria to kiss him." Christine didn't think Patrick would mind. After all, guests at Fittro Club asked for a kiss from call girls every day. They would also tip more. The call girls were also more than happy to earn more tips in such a way. However, what happened next surprised Christine. Just as she finished speaking, Patrick, who was in Los Angeles, hung up right away. Patrick's face was stiff. He looked out of the window, thinking about something. And it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger. Everyone in the conference room was frightened. Patrick, the Alpha, had his usual poker face, and no one knew what he
He didn't blame her. He only hated himself for not cherishing her while she was still by his side.Clenching the letter in his hand, he stumbled and slowly turned to leave.His once-proud figure now seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him down."Cline…" Just as he leaned on the car door, preparing to leave, her familiar, tranquil voice called out to him.Hearing his name, he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto her slender, fragile figure under the streetlight.This was the person he'd missed for three years. Just her soft voice was enough to make him want to run to her and hold her tight.But reality was a cold shower, dousing his fervor.He took a step forward, but she retreated three steps, panic in her eyes, as if he were a monster."Don't come closer," she said calmly, her voice clear and unrippled."I've said all I need to. Please don't disturb me again."Cline had hoped she'd called him ba
Cline released Luana with a hint of despair, staggering back a step.His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Never at all?"Luana's lashes fluttered, her composure unwavering as she shook her head again.The smile on Cline's lips deepened with bitterness. "What about these, then?"He pulled out a letter he'd carried always, holding it before her. His voice cracked, his eyes red as he repeated, "What do these mean?"Luana's gaze fell on the perfectly preserved letter, and her expression froze—a chord struck deep within.She wondered when exactly she'd lost all hope in him.Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he held her close, their intimacy shattered by his cold words, "Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll love you."She'd felt like ice, realizing she was nothing to him but a vessel for his emotions. Yet now...Luana slowly lifted her eyes to Cline, his composure completely undone.Whe
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched
Clarissa watched Luana's fingers tighten around the phone until her knuckles whitened. "When I first saw those messages flooding in, I tried luring him out myself—posed as you, planned to bring the cops. But instead of catching a creep, I got..."She trailed off, the memory of the man in the café still prickling her nerves.A man as cold and heartless as Cline—why would he cling to memories of Luana like this?"Anyway," she shrugged, "he never showed. Guess some ghosts stay buried."Luana's voice was a whisper. "These things... they should've been my fight. Not yours."Clarissa cut her off, "If it were me in this mess, you'd do the same. So quit with the thanks already."Luana nodded meekly, her lashes drooping as she glanced back at the phone screen.The mystery gnawed at her—Mr. Night's messages reeked of obsession, yet he hid in plain sight. Why?She couldn't fathom it, and frankly, didn't care
"I had no choice but to pull a dumb move—I seduced Gehrmann and took Naomi's spot as his bedwarmer," Clarissa said flatly, her voice echoing off the brick walls."I thought I could use him to get back at Cline. Turns out I was dumber than a bag of hammers—Gehrmann wouldn't lift a finger against Cline for any woman." She kicked at a pebble, watching it skitter into the shadows. "By the time I figured that out, he wouldn't let me walk away."Clarissa shifted her weight, catching Luana's profile in the dim light."But don't you worry, Luana. I ain't falling for Gehrmann's charm. This world's got exactly one good man left—Albion. And he's six feet under."So, I won't be that girl anymore—the one who pours her heart out for every little kindness, even when it's not worth it."Mentioning Albion again made Luana's eyes dim as if the light behind them had been switched off.She lowered her lashes, hiding the sorrow pooling th
Third Person's POVLuana tightly embraced Clarissa, hoping to alleviate her pain.Clarissa, however, patted her back with a smile and said, "It's alright. After finding out the truth, I was devastated for a while, but then I pulled myself together. I installed surveillance cameras and recorded every moment of their infidelity, which I sent to my lawyer."I won the lawsuit, but I couldn't get the house back. I could only recover the mortgage payments, the money I spent on him, and compensation for emotional distress..."However, what I didn't expect was that someone would expose Albert's bigamy online, ruining his reputation. His company fired him, and no other major firms would hire him. As far as I know, his current salary isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Plus, his mother has cancer, which is why he keeps begging at my door."Clarissa's voice turned cold as she continued, "He thinks I'm still the naive woman I once was, that if he kneels a