Semua Bab The Stripper's Sugar Daddy [ENGLISH]: Bab 111 - Bab 120

“Child, where have you been going that you always come home at the crack of dawn? Don’t you know how dangerous it is out there these days?” Gigi smiled at Aling Senia’s comment—the landlady of the place she was renting. The house was small and made of wood, so the rent for one room was cheap. Gigi didn’t really mind; after all, the house was full of women. Aling Senia didn’t accept male tenants. “I just had something to take care of, Aling Senia. You’re up pretty early, huh?” Gigi glanced at her watch. “My back was killing me. Couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get up,” the older woman replied. “You really need to cut back on the fatty food, Aling Senia. Here, I bought some puto cheese on the way home. Let’s share—goes well with hot coffee.” Gigi winked playfully as she handed over half of the rice cakes. “Thank you, dear. You’re such a sweet girl.” “No problem,” Gigi said with a smile,

Vira stared emotionlessly at the video playing on her phone. It showed the McIntosh Realty building engulfed in flames. Outside, people were in chaos—media, fire trucks, police. But she felt nothing as she watched the screen. If anything, she felt regret. Regret that she wasn't the one who set the fire. It would’ve been satisfying to watch that place burn to the ground, especially if it were her doing. Maybe it would’ve helped ease the anger and bitterness she carried. Vira wondered who was responsible. Was it the same person who broke into the office and stole the important files? Was it also the one behind those videos of her father—the ones showing his plans to take Fabian down? “Hey, that’s enough. Let’s get some sleep,” Alfie said, taking her phone and turning the video off. For the past few weeks, Alfie had been her constant support. She was so grateful for his patience and presence. Without

A million questions swirled in Vira’s mind as she gripped the steering wheel. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. She often found herself questioning everything that happened around her. Who's really to blame for someone’s downfall? Is it fate? Or the choices people make? Vira didn’t know the answer—she couldn’t even explain why things were happening to her, things she had no control over. Maybe it was fate. Maybe fate has the power to either build or break someone. She closed her eyes as the elevator brought her closer to Fabian’s office—her husband. Or… could they still be called that? She doubted it. There had never been a day in their marriage where they actually acted like a real couple. Vira knew the man she married loved someone else. No, it didn’t really hurt—at least not the way it should. What hurt more was her pride. She was used to being admired, praised, even worshipped by men. Except by one

Frustration. That’s what Fabian was drowning in—deep, heavy frustration that weighed down his entire body. He hated how useless he felt. He was supposed to be one of the most powerful businessmen in the country, and yet here he was, feeling like a pathetic loser who couldn’t even protect the woman he loved. He sat behind his bar counter, guzzling alcohol, trying to numb the spiral of doubt and guilt in his chest. He left Spartan early tonight, thinking it would make him feel better—seeing old friends, loosening up a little. But it didn’t work. Not even close. Even surrounded by people, Fabian couldn’t shake the thought that McIntosh almost took him down. His mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything—how the bastard fooled him, got close, and slowly took control without him realizing it. And now that truth was eating him alive. He couldn’t just sit around waiting for things to fall apart completely. He had to do something, es

The alley where Gigi was walking was dark. She was moving fast—her lungs burned from all the panting, and her heart was racing to keep up with her frantic steps. Once. Twice. Three times she looked over her shoulder. Two men were following her. Their pace matched hers exactly. If she walked faster, they did too. They weren’t giving up, and they weren’t letting her out of their sight. All Gigi prayed for was to reach the crowded part of the neighborhood. She was close. Just a few more steps and she’d be there. So she picked up the pace—she was practically running now. She regretted taking this route. She just wanted to avoid people and ended up in this isolated alley, not knowing someone was actually waiting for her here. What started as a fast walk turned into a full sprint. There was no way she was going to let them catch her. She didn’t even know who those guys were—if they were sent by McIntosh or just so