Paid to be the CEO's Girlfriend
the emcee's voice, laced with suggestive amusement, sent another wave of cheers rippling through the room.
Shiela swallowed hard, her heart a frantic bird trapped in her chest. Her mother's worried face flashed in her mind, a stark contrast to the lustful gazes that surrounded her. She felt a wave of desolation, a chilling reality that she’s alone in this nightmare.
A lump formed in her throat. She felt so vulnerable, but there’s no room for tears.
The emcee might have called her a ‘goddess’, but she felt like a fallen angel, destined for a life of darkness. She’s a commodity, a plaything to be purchased, a mere object in a twisted game of desire.
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