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On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

Mula sa mundo ng mga ilaw, alak, at mga lalaking may pera, sanay na si Aithne Montillano na magpanggap. Magpanggap na masaya siya sa ginagawa niya kahit alam niya sa sarili niyang hindi.Kahit kailan man ay hindi siya magiging masaya sa pagiging club entertainer, pero kahit pa man ganun ang kanyang trabaho ay hinding hindi siya nagpapagalaw sa mga customers niya, tanging hawak lang ang mga ito sa hita niya o kaya hinahalikan siya ng mga ito sa leeg. Kahit palibutan siya ng mga mayayamang lalaki gabi gabi, ay may isang prinsipyo siyang hindi kailanman binasag, ang sarili niya ay hindi kailanman ibebenta kapalit ng salapi. Hanggang nakilala niya si Havoc Marchetti- isang ruthless billionaire CEO, kilala siya sa pagiging walang awa sa negosyo at walang awang pinapalampas na kahinaan. Sanay siyang manalo, sa boardroom, sa deals, at sa buhay. Isang maling desisyon lang ng kalaban ay kaya niyang agawin ang kumpanya, wasakin ang reputasyon, at lumakad palayo na parang wala lang. Perpekto ang buhay ni Havoc. Kahit babae nabibili niya, at wala siyang balak mag asawa dahil para sa kanya ang pagpapakasal ay isang kulungang kailanman ay hindi niya matatakasan, ngunit makulit ang ina niya, madalas siya nitong kinukulit kung kailan siya mag-aasawa at magkaroon ng anak. Sa isang gabing puno ng tensyon at tahimik na titigan ay biglang gumawa ng alok si Havoc na hindi kayang tanggihan ni Aithne. Isang gabi. Isang kontrata. Isang halagang kayang magligtas ng buhay. Dahil sa trahedyang magpapatumba sa kanyang mundo , mapipilitan si Aithne na suwayin ang sarili niyang panata.Habang mas lumalım ang kanilang ugnayan, mas lumalabo ang linya sa pagitan ng pagnanasa, damdamin, at pag-ibig. Sa mundong lahat ay may presyo, hanggang saan mo kayang ibenta ang sarili mo kapag puso mo na ang nakataya?

On the night I add my new girlfriend, Celia Spencer, into my group chat with my friends, my college roommate, Kevin Wright, suddenly posts more than a dozen screenshots in the group chat. Those screenshots feature the fragments of daily life I occasionally post on my social media feed. "Now here's where things get confusing. We only earn thousands of dollars per month. Where on earth did you get your money from in order to live such a lavish life? "I've been holding my tongue for far too long. At first, I intended to protect your pride. But now that you're dating such a wonderful, beautiful, and rich woman, I don't have the heart to see her getting lied to." In the end, Kevin tags Celia in the group chat. His words are filled with regret and pain. "Ms. Spencer, you're a rich scion, so you might not know anything about the bottom feeders' tactics. A fake scion like Luke who has racked up a huge online debt and brands his social media feed to look rich is very common in society! You have to keep your eyes open, you know! Take care not to get tricked by scammers!" As I suppress my anger, I respond with, "I never stole nor robbed from others! What's wrong with me spending my own money?" Kevin quickly retaliates with a lengthy audio message. "Your own money, you say? Your net worth isn't enough to afford even one segment of that luxury wristwatch in the photo! Why are you still pretending to be rich?" I just laugh in response. Does Kevin really think that rich people don't wear cheap stuff? What he doesn't know is that Celia, the so-called rich and beautiful woman he's trying so hard to kiss up to, is actually just someone I've hired to play the part. I'm the actual scion here, whereas Celia is just a fake heiress.

"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. "Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. "You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. "I don't want you." "You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard. "We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? "Give me one reason why and I won't touch you." "Because you're my best friend's Fiance."