Who Is The Protagonist In 'Forced To Become Her Feet Slave'?

Jessica Monroe, who has just started working, is suddenly fired directly by her boss; not stopping there, Jessica finds that her father is in huge debt to none other than her former boss, Morgan. Unable to repay her father's debt, Jessica is forced to become the personal maid of the wealthy and arrogant Mr Morgan. Now, her new life as a maid begins! ------- From one of the popular MegaNovel authors

Bella Adams has a huge crush on her step brother Aiden Fauler, who rose to fame as his company became a success in just a few years. But Aiden never showed much interest in Bella. Misunderstandings pushed Bella into the arms of a very Man, who looked a little like Aiden, but their similarities ended there. He was Kai Deluca, the most powerful Mafia Pakhan ever. He is cold, ruthless, and lack empathy. When Bella claimed that she likes him one drunken night, he was intrigued. He took her innocence, and she offered it gladly. Will she find out that the man she is sleeping with is a mafia man? .... Bella was stunned to see Aiden in the arms of his secretary one afternoon when she went to visit him. "Aiden, Ms.Adams is interested in you. Wouldn't she feel bad if she sees us this way" the sultry voice of the secretary rang loudly and pierced Bella's heart like daggers. "I don't like her at all. She is a girl and I like beautiful women like you" with that, the room filled with their kisses. Bella ran away from there with a broken heart. ........ "Aiden, I didn't push her" Bella insisted. "Enough " but Aiden refused to listen that Bella is innocent and she didn't push Grace. .... "Do you know who i am?" Kai demanded a very drunk Bella who jumped into his arms mistaking him for Aiden. "You are the man i like" Bella confessed loudly, infront of everyone. Kai's grip on her tightened. "Then don't regret this" he muttered before carried her away before claiming her as his own.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

A story about a young woman with a troubled background who is kidnapped by two men who don't know the concept of consent. Fleur is taken off the street to be forced to live like a baby for two grown men.

I brought my three-month-old son, Leo, to my husband's home for the holidays. But while my son was asleep, my niece, Lana Wright, and her classmates carried him upstairs and threw him down. My baby died right in front of me. I lost my mind. I scooped him up and tried to rush him to the hospital, but it was already too late. He was gone before we ever made it there. Because my niece was still a minor, she barely faced any consequences. The court ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in compensation, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Stone, wailed and screamed, accusing me of trying to drive them to their deaths. I cried until I felt like my heart had been torn apart. All I wanted was justice. But my husband, David Wright, and mother-in-law, Karen Bailey, only scolded me. “Lana is just a child too! Are you really going to destroy her life just because your son died?” I never got my revenge. In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a heart attack. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the holiday gathering. This time, I immediately called my parents and asked them to take my son away. But even then, my niece still threw a baby from upstairs.