Semua Bab The Stripper's Sugar Daddy [ENGLISH]: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Trust. They say you can only trust a person once. It’s like a sheet of paper—once it’s crumpled, it’ll never be the same again. Like shattered glass, no matter how hard you try to piece it back together, it’s never whole. That’s how fragile trust is—one mistake and it’s gone. You can choose to trust someone again, sure. But the fear of betrayal? It lingers. Even if you give someone a second chance, it’s never with your whole heart. Gigi felt the cold night breeze graze her skin. She hadn’t had time to grab a jacket—Ronson didn’t let her change. She was still in her sleepwear. “Ronson, where are we going?” she asked again when he ignored her the first time. “Somewhere safe, Gi,” he said in a low voice. He was driving fast, like he was in a rush. Since they got in the car, Ronson had gone completely quiet—and that wasn’t like him. Gigi glanced at him. He was focused, eyes on

Fabian parked his car just outside the two-story wooden house. This was the address Roccio had given him. It was located in the slums of a certain barangay in the city. There were a lot of people hanging around outside, and kids playing in the street despite cars passing by. Once he was properly parked, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He was nervous—and excited to see her again. He wasn’t planning to approach her, just like he promised Roccio. But honestly, he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back once he saw her. They’ve both been through so much, and he wanted her close to him. Maybe then, he wouldn’t lose focus on everything else happening around him. He took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. It was still early. He could wait for Gigi to show up. He had no idea what she was planning. All he hoped was that she wouldn’t run away from him. He’d go insane not knowing where she was or if she was

BLAZING FURY—that’s what burned in Ronson’s eyes as he stormed into the house. Even before stepping inside, he was met by the two men he had paid to guard Odin. Both were armed. He hadn't been gone that long—but this? This mess? There was no excuse. If it were up to him, he would’ve killed the two of them already. Terror was written all over their faces. As it should be, Ronson thought furiously. Without a single word, he landed a solid punch right into one guy’s face. The blow hit the man square on the nose, dropping him instantly in agony. Ronson then turned to the other guy and kicked him hard in the gut. The man collapsed, clutching his stomach, groaning in pain. Ronson wanted to beat them to a pulp. He grabbed the collar of the guy he had just kicked and snarled in his face, “I gave you one job—watch one kid! That’s it! And you couldn’t even handle that?!” His

Gigi had waited almost two weeks for JD to finally tell her who this person was that could possibly help them. No matter how much she insisted, JD kept putting it off, saying he wanted her to recover first before introducing the man he was talking about. She was excited… and a little nervous. Whoever this guy was, she could only hope he’d really be able to help. Even if it went against her instincts, she was willing to trust him—just like JD asked her to. And if things went south, well, she’d definitely blame JD for it. In the two weeks she’d been staying at JD’s house, she’d gotten to know almost everyone working there. They were all kind and took good care of her. Some even teased her for how JD always made sure she had everything she needed. But Gigi knew there was nothing romantic between them—JD only ever saw her like a sister. She also knew exactly who JD had feelings for. She was quietly watching Wella prepare their

Every move Roccio made was watched closely by Gigi. She and JD sat silently on the leather couch in the living room while Roccio kept glancing around, carefully inspecting JD’s house like a hawk. It was Roccio who insisted they talk inside, claiming the sun was just too hot outside. JD hadn’t said anything yet about why Roccio was there, or whether the two of them really knew each other. But in Gigi’s mind, the pieces were starting to come together. She couldn’t believe it—yet somehow, it made sense. “Why are you two so quiet? I thought you'd be happy I dropped by,” Roccio said, turning to them. He was standing near a vintage painting and began walking toward them, hands clasped behind his back. Gigi sighed deeply, stood up, and looked at JD. “Can we talk? Just the two of us?” “Oh yeah, you should. She owes you an explanation,” Roccio chimed in casually with a shrug, like he didn’t give a damn