Jayden's pov
As I rode the elevator up to the club, my mind drifted to the past, to the days when I was nothing more than a dirty, hungry kid begging for scraps on the streets. I remember watching those people of high status stroll by, dressed in their fine clothes, noses in the air, like they were untouchable. Back then, I thought they were saints—clean and pure. But I know better now. You can never build empires like theirs without getting your hands dirty. You either play the game or you get played. I learnt that lesson the hard way, first as a pickpocket and then as I clawed my way up, step by step. Now, I had become one of them—a so-called success story, proof that a beggar could become a king. But the truth is, it’s all a façade. Respect, money, power—none of it meant a damn thing. Sure, I’ve got comfort, and nobody dared to laugh at me now, but where’s the excitement? Where’s the thrill I thought would come with all this? The wealth, the respect—they’re just empty rewards, hollow as the promises I used to tell myself when I was starving on the streets. The elevator dinged softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was here to make a deal with Caesar, one of the biggest figures in the city, at the Aphrodite Club. But as the doors slid open, something unexpected caught my eye. She was there, a girl in a red gown, her movements frantic and desperate. Even through her panic, she carried herself with a grace that didn’t fit the scene. She was beautiful, perfect even, but it was obvious—she was running from something or someone. Her eyes darted around, wild and terrified, as if death itself were breathing down her neck. I almost ignored it, stepped out of the elevator, and walked on by. But just as I moved, she made her move too. She lunged forward, grabbing onto my leg like it was a lifeline. Her grip was tight, her hands trembling as she clung to me, her wide eyes locking onto mine with a silent plea. “Please, mister. Please save me. Please save me from this hell,” she sobbed, her voice trembling with desperation. I looked down at her, disgust twisting in my gut. Desperation had a way of crawling under my skin, making me recoil. I hated it when people begged, when they grovelled at someone’s feet, clinging to them like they were their only hope. “Let go of my leg.” My voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but it carried the weight of venom, the kind that should have been enough to make her back off. But she didn’t. "Please, sir. Help me. I will do whatever you want me to if you do. I just want to get out of here.” It was as if my words had no effect on her, like she either didn’t hear the warning in my tone or chose to ignore it. That only stoked the fire in me, with my simmering anger bubbling over. “Get your filthy hands off me, whore!” I snapped, kicking her hand away with a force that sent her head smacking against the elevator wall. But even then, as I tried to walk away, she grabbed my leg again, her voice a desperate plea as she continued begging for me to save her. For a moment, I stared down at her, convinced she was weak and pathetic, relying on someone like me to fix her problems. It was another thing I despised—people who could not stand on their own two feet. But her persistence, her nerve-wracking insistence, began to gnaw at me. It was the same desperation I had seen in countless others, especially women who threw themselves at men like me, hoping to latch onto wealth and power. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. When I opened them again, they were blazing with rage. Without hesitation, I reached down and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground as her eyes widened in shock, her hands clawing at mine as she struggled to breathe. “You don’t listen, do you?” I snarled, tightening my grip. "I’ve dealt with countless people like you, and trust me, they always regret forcing themselves on me.” Her voice came out in gasps, her words choked by the pressure of my hand around her throat. “Please… I’m not… forcing… I need… help… please…” I stared at her, her words barely registering. To me, it was just another pathetic attempt to manipulate me, to get what she wanted by playing the victim. I was ready to toss her aside when I heard the sound of footsteps racing towards us. The club’s security guards appeared, their faces a mixture of urgency and satisfaction as they approached. “Here you are,” one of them said with a smirk, his eyes landing on her. There was a glint in his eye, a twisted sense of pleasure in finding her like this. He and the other guards bowed to me. “We apologise for the inconvenience, sir. She’s one of our products, but she’s trying to escape.” It was obvious now—she wasn’t just running from trouble; she was running from them. I figured it was probably her first night on the job. Most of the new girls tried to escape, just like she had. I loosened my grip on her neck, and two of the guards immediately stepped in, seizing her arms and dragging her down the hallway. The others followed close behind, but her cries echoed through the corridor, still begging me to save her.Mirabella's povHere I was, trapped in the suffocating darkness of the club’s backroom. The steady thump of bass pounded through the walls, mixing with the thud of fists and boots landing on my body. I screamed for help with my cracked voice, but it was pointless. The men were merciless. Their punches and kicks hit every inch of me. I couldn’t tell where, but I was bleeding—there was no mistaking it. Blood pooled beneath me, spreading across the cold floor like it was draining the last of my strength. All I could do was curl in on myself, hoping for the blows to stop, but they didn’t.For a split second, I wished for death to take me—anything to stop the pain. But then I thought of my mom. She died trying to save me, and I couldn’t let that be for nothing. I couldn’t give up, not when I had to save my grandfather from my father. It was a fight I had to win. I gritted my teeth, determined to survive this no matter how broken I felt.The door creaked open, and I barely had the streng
Jayden's povThe club was packed tonight, as expected on a weekend. I weaved through the crowd, dodging couples making out, people downing shots, and others swaying to the beat of the music. For a place whose location is supposedly a well-guarded secret, the rush, especially on weekends, always made me question if that was still true.I headed to my usual VIP spot—the table near the stair railing. From there, I had the perfect view of the crowd, making it easy to pick out which woman I would spend the night with. It had become my ritual at this point.Sitting there, waiting for me, was Caesar, the heir to Alfred, one of the Big 5 who controlled the city's underground. We had set up a meeting for a business proposal before I indulged myself for the night. Although we had collaborated on several deals, ones his father didn’t know about, Caesar and I were strictly business. No friendship. I don’t do friends.The moment I sat down across from him, he glanced at his golden Rolex watch."
Mirabella's povLeft in the room where the man who had turned out to be my saviour had ordered the guards to put me, excitement surged through me at the thought of finally leaving this shithole and bidding goodbye to its memories, all thanks to him."I can't believe this is happening," I muttered, still out of disbelief that the same man who had turned my cry for help down would be the one saving me."But who is he really?" I could not stop wondering how he had the kind of power that made Helen and Mr. Levine stay silent when he spoke and gave orders.Immediately after the door opened and he walked inside, I rose from the bed."Thank...thank you, sir," I said, with a smile. But his expression was stern, which threw me into confusion. He stared at me for a few seconds before commanding, “Strip naked.”“Excuse me?” My eyes widened in shock, confusion washing over me.He slowly walked over to a chair and sat down, my gaze glued to him as my heart raced.Crossing his legs, he asked, “Yo
Mirabella's povI could hardly breathe as I was led back to what had become my room. I kept on muttering curses under my breath, not out of anger, but because he had awakened something in me that I had never known existed. My body throbbed with need, and I knew that no matter how much I tried to deny it, I wanted him again. I should not be having this thought. It was absurd, shameful even, but the truth gnawed at me—I craved him. That distraction earlier... if it had not happened, I would have gladly let him take me. Hell, if he walked in now, I would not hesitate. I was willing and desperate to have his cock inside me.“The asshole is so freaking hot,” I murmured, biting my lip as flashes of him ran through my mind. His hotness was undeniable. He was the kind of man that turned heads wherever he went and could give a Greek god a run for their money. Although he wore a shirt the entire time we were in the room, his muscular build was evident in his wide shoulders, making him irres
Jayden's pov"Why isn't he picking up?!" I muttered angrily, tossing my phone onto the seat next to me without a second thought as I sped toward one of the top hospitals in the city.Zayn had called earlier, telling me that my sister, Ariana, had been in a car accident and was now in the hospital. That was why I had left the club in such a hurry.When I arrived, I rushed inside and spotted Zayn sitting in the waiting room."Where is she? And why haven't you been answering my calls?" I snapped, my voice filled with urgency.He explained that in the rush to get to the hospital, he had left his phone in his car.But I didn’t really care about that anymore—what mattered was that I was here now."Where is she?" I asked him again. After Zayn told me which ward she was in, I rushed off, with him trailing behind."Oh my God!" My heart shattered at the sight in front of me as I stepped inside.Ariana lay completely still on the bed. Her once healthy, glowing skin had turned pale and bruised.
Jayden's povEven though the weight of Ariana being in the hospital bed was constantly on my mind, I forced myself to keep going. I could not afford to let everything else fall apart while waiting for her to wake up. So, I buried myself in work, catching up on the paperwork and official duties I had neglected. It was not easy, but I had no choice. I tried to focus as I was busy in my office, even though my thoughts kept drifting back to her.I was in the middle of a video call with my foreign dealer, finalising the details for Caesar’s shipment, when Zayn quietly stepped into the room. He did not interrupt, just sat across from me, waiting patiently for me to finish.After I ended the call, I leaned back in my chair, letting out a small breath. "Is everything set on our end for Caesar’s delivery?"He nodded, confirming everything was ready. “Yes, all the arrangements have been made. We are good to go.”I gave a slight nod, then paused for a second before asking him another question.
Mirabella's pov For the past few days, my life has been a blur of bright lights, blaring music, and a constant sway of my body against the pole. People often say that when you keep doing something you never wanted to, eventually, it stops bothering you. That’s exactly what happened to me. At Helena’s order, I was thrown into the role of a stripper, forced to make myself "useful" until Jay returned. But surprisingly, I didn’t hate it—at least not anymore. No one had touched me, no one had harassed me, and in these few days, I started to learn things about myself. Strange, confusing things about my body, about desire, and even about kinks I never knew existed. I was starting to enjoy it.The men—disgusting as they were—were kept at bay by the VVIP guards, especially when a few of them got too bold. But still, they could not keep their eyes off me. Money rained down on me like I was some sort of goddess they worshipped, claiming my moves drove them wild, made them horny, and even led
Author's povIn the VIP section of the club, Helena sat across from Caesar, who had a prostitute hanging onto him.Helena could not take her eyes off the girl, shooting angry looks her way, which Caesar kept noticing from time to time.She wished she could be in the girl’s place, feeling a strong desire for Caesar.Dressed in a black, skimpy gown, she crossed her legs, revealing her bare thighs.Caesar was well aware of her attraction, especially since she constantly tried to seduce him whenever she could, but she was not his type.He preferred petite, slim girls, and she was curvier than he liked.The atmosphere was interrupted when Mirabella’s father stormed up to them, still fuming over how he had been treated earlier."Was it in your order?" He said, facing Helen and ignoring Caesar."What order are you talking about?" Helen replied, confused by what he meant.Mirabella's father then explained what had happened at the VVIP section and how the bouncer had disgraced and threw him ou