Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to a Stripper: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ryan was sitting at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was breathing deeply, muttering curses under his breath as he read his grandfather's will for the hundredth time. I couldn’t believe it. After everything he’d done for the old man and the company, this was his payback. A forced marriage? For what? Neither he nor his father had been happy in their marriages. Why was that?He knew that his grandfather had strict beliefs and high expectations, and for the company’s good image, the person responsible had to assume an integral and well-received stance in society. But what the fuck? This isn’t the fifties.The absurdity of the idea alone made him furious, wanting to punch the wall. Ryan tried to calm himself, but all he could think about was how to fix this mess. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the window, his eyes scanning the traffic on one of the busiest streets in Chicago. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and Mrs. Smyths, his assistan

Amber leaned against the counter before making her way through the crowded room.He wasn’t drinking or engaging with anyone, just standing there, scanning the room like he was looking for something—or someone. His presence didn’t sit right with her.Stopping a few feet from him, Amber crossed her arms. “You lost, pretty boy? This isn’t exactly the country club.”Ryan held her gaze, unfazed by her sarcasm. “Not lost,” he replied, his voice cool and controlled, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around them. “Just looking for someone.”Amber raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "Looking for someone? Who?" she asked, her tone a mix of skepticism and caution.Ryan paused for a moment, as if considering how much to reveal. "I was told I’d find Ruby here," he said evenly. "That she might be exactly what I need."Amber’s pulse quickened, and a knot tightened in her stomach. She shifted slightly, masking the sudden spike of both curiosity and caution. “And why are you l

Amber looked around, feeling desolate. She could hear the commotion coming from the trailer next door. Her neighbor had started drinking again and was taking out his anger by shouting at his wife. Amber walked to the window of her combined living room/bedroom/kitchen and saw the couple's two children standing in the street, tears in their eyes. Without hesitation, Amber slipped on her flip flops, stepped out of her trailer, and went to the children."Hey, are you two okay?" Amber asked softly, crouching down to their level.The boy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Mom told us to go outside... she said we’re not allowed to beinside right now."Amber’s heart sank. "I’m sorry you have to be out here like this. You don’t deserve it."The girl, still holding her brother's hand, sniffled. "It’s scary out here. We don’t want to be alone."Amber smiled gently, trying to reassure them. "How about we go to the park at the entrance of the trailer park? It’s not much, but we can play th

Ryan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked onto Amber with something between frustration and disbelief."What the fuck was that?" he asked, his voice sharp, irritated.Amber tilted her head, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, her expression a mix of defiance and amusement. "Seemed like a kiss to me. You need me to spell it out?"Ryan exhaled harshly, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I told you," he bit out, his voice low and controlled, "I’m not interested in you like that."Amber let out a short, humorless laugh. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."His jaw clenched. There was something in her tone that set him on edge. Like she knew something he didn’t. Like she was enjoying this way too much.He stepped closer, his presence looming over her. "I don't play games. Whatever you think you're doing, drop it. This isn't—""Isn't what?" Amber cut him off, arching a brow. "Part of the contract? Ne

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Enough of this nonsense," he said abruptly, his tone firm but not unkind. He glanced at Amber, his jaw tight before letting out a sigh. "I’m sorry for snapping at you all the time."Amber blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor."Let’s just get this over with," he continued, his voice softer now. "Follow me to the office. We’ll go through the contract one more time."Without waiting for her response, he turned and started walking, leaving Amber no choice but to follow.Ryan’s office was compact but elegant, with dark wooden bookshelves meticulously lined with books. A large glass desk dominated the space, accompanied by a sleek black leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front. The soft glow of a modern lamp cast a warm light, contrasting with the neat stack of papers and an open laptop on the desk.Gesturing to one of the chairs, Ryan said, “Have a seat.”Amber slumped into the chair, her