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
Jayden's povToday was a good day. A few hours before Zayn called to tell me he had captured the person responsible for Ariana’s accident, he had given me the news that the hospital called—they said Ariana had woken up.Now, here I was, walking into a hidden, abandoned building on the outskirts of the city—the kind of place where people like the culprit are dealt with.Zayn was already there, waiting.The guy was chained to the wall.I had already made up my mind about his fate. It would not be as brutal as I originally planned, thanks to the excitement of seeing Ariana awake after so long. I was only here to find out why he caused the accident and if someone else had given the orders. If not, I would have ordered Zayn to carry out the punishment.“You said he’s one of her bosses, right?” I asked Zayn, taking off my glasses and slipping them into my pocket.He nodded in affirmation. "Okay. Let the interrogation begin," I ordered him.He nodded and dumped a bucket of water on the guy’
Jayden's povAriana's eyes immediately locked with mine as I entered the ward where she had been admitted and hospitalised. Her brow furrowed in surprise. "Jay?" she whispered, disbelief lacing her voice.She chuckled afterwards. "Who would have thought that the almighty Jay would actually visit his sister? I thought you didn’t want to be seen with me."If only she knew it was all for her own good."What’s stopping you from reaching out if I don’t?" I replied, moving toward the chair, and added, "I guess we are both to blame.""Besides, I was here the day they brought you in after the accident," I told her."I'm sorry for not coming sooner. I had some things to take care of at the office," I apologised."Why would I be mad about that? I'm used to you not being around," she chuckled.I sighed. If only she knew I could not imagine my life without her and how much it had tore me apart to see her lying on that same bed unconscious.Then, I asked her how she was feeling."You don't need
Mirabella's pov"You slut, do you really know what you are getting yourself into with this request?" Jay asked me while smirking as I pulled the skimpy gown over my body, my mind still spinning from what had just happened between us—the toe-curling sex.After the sex, I had told him what Lucy had advised me—the only way to escape this hell.***Flashback***"Didn't you say he ordered that no one touch you until he finally fucked you?" she had asked, her voice low as we spoke quietly in the hallway to our respective rooms after a long day of swinging our bodies on poles to satisfy the perverts' sexual desires.She was also a stripper, but in the VIP section.That day in the restroom, she had told me the brutal truth: the only way people like us ever got out was through the quarterly auctions, where we were sold to some rich pervert. It was a sick and twisted system, but it was the only ‘freedom’ people like us could hope for.Since then, we had become close, or at least as close as two
Jayden's povAs she left, my lips curled into a smirk. Her confidence was absurd, almost laughable, but honestly, there was something intriguing about it. "She really doesn't know what she's getting herself into." I smiled. Even though I understood her reason to be desperate to leave this place, I had decided to make her regret this decision once she was out of here to teach her a lesson because of her confidence.Despite being impressed by it, if she had that same confidence and determination, she might have moved on and left the life behind instead of waiting to beg for my help when she was running away. Who knows? She might not have ended up here at all if she had that same confidence."She thinks I'm doing this just because of her," I chuckled.She probably realised I enjoyed our time together and thought she could use that to her advantage. Sure, I did—there was definitely something about her that drew me to her. But did she think she had control over me? I chuckled under my br
Mirabella's pov The day had arrived—the day the club’s products as we were called would be paraded like cattle and sold to the highest bidder. I stood among them, heart pounding as I tried to hold onto the sliver of hope that Jay would come through for me, just as he promised. My entire fate hinged on it. I didn’t even know if I was being put up for auction because of him or if something else was at play. Lucy had told me only girls who had been here for at least six months were sold, but here I was, barely three months in, and about to be auctioned off. The uncertainty gnawed at me, but it was all I had left—a desperate hope that he would be my savior.The hall was dimly lit, but I could see them clearly—the buyers. They were scattered across the seats below, their eyes fixed hungrily on us like predators. I felt their lecherous stares crawl over my skin. "They are not even ashamed of this,” I hissed under my breath, eyes narrowing in disgust by how brazen they were. There wasn’t
Mirabella's povIt was late at night, and I was lying on my bed, mindlessly swiping through Tinder, trying to find my next hookup for tomorrow, when a knock came at the door."I'm full, Eunice," I called out lazily, not bothering to look away from my phone. "I’m not having dinner."The knock came again, but the voice that followed was not Eunice’s.“It’s me, Bella. Open the door. We need to talk.”I hissed under my breath, my irritation spiking as soon as I heard Jayden’s voice. "Bella, open this door now!” He barked as the door handle rattled under his impatient grip.I scoffed, my eyes still glued to my phone. “Oh, I get it. You had your dinner, and now you are here for dessert, right?” My voice rose a little. “Well, newsflash, Jayden, that’s not happening anymore. Get over it.”The rattling stopped for a second, but then there was a loud, sudden crash as the door flew open, slamming against the wall. My heart jumped into my throat, panic gripping me for a split second, but I ma
Author's povRelief washed over Caesar after the call with Mirabella as he sat back in his leather chair, watching the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A self-satisfied smirk played on his lips as he thought back to the conversation with her. Now, he had achieved what he wanted to with the advice and was just an inch closer to defeating Jayden. “What a fool she is,” he scoffed to himself, his voice dripping with disdain. Unbeknownst to her, he had set everything in motion to test Jayden’s feelings. If Jayden didn’t care for Mirabella, his wrath would have crushed her the moment she confronted him. But instead, the outcome hinted at something else entirely, something Caesar was determined to exploit.“The little pawn thinks I’m helping her,” he muttered, almost amused by the thought. "How pathetic and dumb. She doesn’t even realise she’s bait in all of this.” He let out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair with a sense of fulfillment. Everything was falling into
Mirabella's povThe way my confrontation with Jayden ended still felt unreal.The look of pure shock on his face when I threw those words at him still burnt into my memory, and I could not help but smile every time I thought about it. "Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Why did I put up with his crap for so long?" I muttered under my breath, flopping onto the bed."Freedom finally!" I exhaled in satisfaction.Now, there'll be no need to be sneaking out of the house just to have fun and whatnot.Still in excitement, I put a call to Lucy to tell her everything that had happened and Caesar. She expressed her excitement for me."You finally did it, babe! This is all you've been wishing for. Congratulations," she said, her voice light over the phone."What about Caeaar? Is he still at home?" I asked her, but she replied that he had left to work. "Well, I only wanted to tell him the same thing and to thank him because this wouldn't have happened without him," I said. "What?" She scoffed
Jayden's pov8:50 a.m., and Mirabella still had not shown her face in this house. I had asked Eunice to call her down to have breakfast with me, only for her to come back and tell me Mirabella was not in her room. "A hotel?” I muttered, my brows knitting in confusion as I checked the tracker and saw her location flashed on the screen. Then, I pulled up the CCTV footage and could not help but smirk at how she snuck out in the dead of night. “She's got some nerve,” I snickered to myself.However, one thing was certain—she would regret this defiance. I would make her pay for breaking my rules until she begged for mercy, and I would enjoy every second of it. Seconds stretched into minutes, and nearly an hour passed before I finally heard the door creak open.I didn’t need to look to know it was her. “Where the hell are you coming from, Mirabella?” I growled.She scoffed much to my surprise. "I went to have fun yesterday night."What?! My eyes widened in shock immediately. Did she ju
Mirabella's povFreedom tastes intoxicating—like the first breath of air after being buried alive or the burn of liquor sliding down your throat when you’ve been denied it for too long. The problem? It’s easy to overindulge, to forget boundaries and consequences in the haze of liberation. That’s how I've ended up reeling in my newfound freedom, enjoying it recklessly, as though it could be snatched away at any moment.Last night was no different. Somewhere between the bottom of my glass and the dimly lit dance floor, I found myself entangled with a stranger. A hot, handsome stranger who now lay beside me, his toned chest rising and falling in the soft morning light. Yes, I slept with another man! Could that count as me cheating? I doubt it, since there was nothing serious between Jayden and me.The buzz of my phone shattered my sleep."Where are you?" Eunice’s hushed voice slipped through the line as I reluctantly pressed the phone to my ear. Her tone was urgent, slicing through my
Mirabella's povAt last, I had gotten a taste of freedom, and it was intoxicating. Even though it was just a glimpse, it felt like stolen chocolate melting on my tongue—a thrill I owed entirely to Caesar. Thanks to him, I could now sneak out at night, hit up hidden clubs, hang out with Lucy, and take back the pieces of my youth that Jayden had almost stolen from me. But it was not total freedom—not yet. I still had to be careful, always making sure I was back before Jayden noticed anything. Eunice had been a lifesaver, helping me cover my tracks and keep things under control.However, I could not let my guard down just yet.Also, Caesar’s help was my lifeline; his ability to manipulate the CCTV cameras in our house made my secret escapades possible. The CCTV cameras that were secretly planted in the mansion were all I needed to confirm that Jayden was obsessed over me because why would he need to track my every movement?I sat at the dining table in Caesar and Lucy's home, digging
Mirabella's povI was just a few feet from the entrance when the door burst open, and a woman stormed out, her face twisted with anger. I froze, taken aback—Eunice had told me Jayden never brought women here, so seeing her was a shock. Her tight dress clung to her figure, leaving little doubt that she had had sex with Jayden.So, not only had he broken his rule of keeping hookups away from home, but he had done it without a second thought about me—even if there was technically nothing serious between us.The woman scoffed when she noticed me, slowing her pace as she closed the distance between us, her gaze sharp and condescending."And who the hell are you?" She chortled.I furrowed my brows. "I should be the one asking you that. Who are you?"She chuckled. "So you are one of those he sleeps around with. Wonderful!"With that, she took her leave. Still curious, I called after her before she got too far. "Who are you?"She did not even look back, just tossed over her shoulder. "Why
Jayden's povI was in the library, working on a painting, waiting for updates from my guys who were tailing Bella. Suddenly, Eunice knocked on the door.“There’s a woman here to see you, sir,” she announced.“A woman?” I raised an eyebrow, surprised. No one had ever showed up here uninvited, and others who had showed up by my invitation did came here for business, which happened only on rare occasions, which I could count.“Yes, her name is Ariana,” she said.“Ariana?” I chuckled in disbelief—this visit was unexpected. For the past seven years I had been living here, she had turned down every invitation I had sent her way.“If you want me to visit, you know what you have to do,” she had told me countless times until I eventually stopped asking.I had built my reputation as a powerful and successful man over the last ten years, starting from nothing but a private investigator by using whatever leverage I had over the city’s most influential people to climb the ranks.Since then, tho
Mirabella's povCaesar was the last person I would have considered to have met here, even though he and Lucy now lived like a couple. "Yeah, I didn’t want Lucy to come. When you told her Jay was home, I realised it might be risky to meet with her, and it turns out I was right," he explained."I believe you saw them when you ignored my instruction and turned."My eyes widened in surprise. "So, you knew? How did you—"He cut me off. "We don't have much time, Mirabella. Another reason I came here is to warn you. You are in more danger than you realise."I frowned, confused. "What do you mean? Lucy told me you found a way to manipulate the tracker, so—""Yeah, I did," he interrupted, his voice urgent, "but there’s more you need to know."He then showed me a video on his phone of Jayden entering a gadget store and leaving with a man who looked like an employee, carrying some equipment."Why are you showing me this?" I looked at him, puzzled."Did you know there are CCTV cameras in some pa