Mirabella's pov
Seven days... A whole week has passed since I spent what seemed to be the whole night at the makeshift hospital ward without knowing what happened. I was led into my haunting room by the two men who had dragged me out of there to the makeshift hospital in silence, ignoring my questions about what had happened. I was too weak to push for answers; I was still groggy from sleep. All I knew was that I had been operated on—the stitches on my stomach were proof of that. I could only hope whatever they did wouldn’t have lasting effects on my health. The HR manager hadn’t visited me since, until today. "I believe you are ready to put what you have learnt into practice," she said, her tone cold. "Get ready for tonight. What you do and how well you impress will determine whether you get out of this beautiful hell." She scoffed, wished me luck, and left me alone with my thoughts, wondering what the night would bring. As dusk fell, three women entered the room. They helped me into a warm bath, dressed me in a stunning red gown, adorned me with necklaces, and applied makeup that transformed my face. I barely recognised myself in the mirror—I looked beautiful, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. My curiosity was piqued when one of them said as they left the room, "Did you see the smile on her face? I bet she thought she would be granted freedom after tonight, just like everybody was." "She has no idea her nightmare is just beginning," another person sneered as their mocking laughter echoed down the hallway. "What do they mean by that?" I wondered, a sense of dread creeping in. But I pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the night ahead, determined to find out what all the preparation was leading to. A few minutes later, the same two men, who seemed to be my constant escorts, led me out of the room. I silently hoped I’d never have to return. As we neared a door, the pulsing beat of music grew louder, confirming what I already suspected—my destination was the infamous Aphrodite Club. The men guided me through the crowd, weaving through clubgoers lost in the rhythm of the music. We made our way to the VIP section upstairs, where the atmosphere was slightly more subdued but still buzzing with energy. Waiting for me were the HR manager, a young man seated beside her, and an overweight man lounging in a chair across from them. "Here she is, ma'am." The men bowed slightly and left. I stood there awkwardly as the HR manager got up and approached me. "Mr. Levine..." She smiled, turning her gaze to the overweight man. "Here is our latest product, Mirabella." "How dare she refer to me as a product?!" I thought, anger bubbling inside me. The man gave me a leering look, his eyes roaming from my head to my toes, and then he smacked his lips, making my skin crawl. He grinned in a way that made my stomach turn. "She is quite a nice product. I am sure tonight will be memorable." He shifted in his seat and motioned for me to join him, and though I hesitated, the HR manager insisted until I reluctantly sat beside him. As soon as I did, he started asking personal questions—my name, my age. I answered in a low, flat voice, not wanting to engage. Meanwhile, I noticed the HR manager, who I learnt was named Helen from her conversation with the man beside her, was trying to get his attention. The man, Caesar, did not seem interested in her at all. What caught my attention was the way Mr. Levine treated Caesar with such respect, even though Mr. Levine was clearly older. Everyone who passed by also greeted Caesar with a level of reverence that made me realise he was someone important, someone with influence. It made me wonder who exactly he was. "Have you done it before?" Mr. Levine asked me, grinning. "What?" I arched my brows in confusion. "Have you had sex before?" My eyes widened in shock because I never thought that was what he meant. I shook my head. "No...no, I haven't." Laughing hysterically, he asked Helen for confirmation of who did. "It is why I specifically kept her for you because I know she is your preference," she replied, smiling. That was when it hit me—I was about to lose my virginity to a man I had just met, whose presence revolted me. I felt an overwhelming urge to run because this was the exact opposite of what I had planned. I wanted to save my first time for someone who truly mattered to me, but that clearly was not going to happen now. "You have really impressed me tonight," Mr. Levine's voice jolted me from my thoughts. "Don’t worry, I will give you a generous tip for this." "Let’s go," he said, rising and grabbing my hand like I was a child, pulling me to my feet. I thought of ways to escape, but nothing seemed possible. The horrible realisation set in—I was about to experience the very thing I had been forced to watch in those haunting videos for weeks. Just as we were about to leave, Helen stopped us, stepping forward and asking us to wait. "Don't forget; your freedom depends on your productivity tonight. It's all in your hands," she whispered in my ear. And with a smile, she returned to her seat. “You should take action and don’t go easy on him, sir. Show him exactly who you are and why no one dares to cross you,” Mr. Levine said to Caesar, leaving me bewildered about what he meant and who he was referring to. After bidding Caesar goodnight, Mr. Levine took my hand and led me away. As we walked down a corridor that seemed to be getting emptier, I briefly thought about making a run for it, convinced we were heading to Mr. Levine’s home. To my shock, he led me through a hallway with doors on either side and opened one. The scene unfolded so quickly that before I could react, I was pushed onto the bed, sprawling flat. He moved over me like a predator. His hands crawled up my thighs as his body followed suit. Despite the strange sensation, I was overwhelmed by revulsion. I could not stand the thought of my body being used for this man’s pleasure. Desperation hit me. I realised the only way out was to escape and run from the nightmare my father had thrust upon me. Summoning every ounce of strength and determination, I suddenly drove my knee into his groin. He collapsed onto the other side of the bed, groaning and clutching his injured area. I wasted no time. I sprang up, flung open the door, and fled down the corridor. My heart raced as I burst through the exit, my mind set on leaving the club and this life behind. With every step, my resolve grew stronger—I knew my survival depended on making it out of there and never looking back. But as I did, a troubled realisation settled over me: I had no plan, no allies, and nowhere to turn. The life I was fleeing away from was still deeply connected to everything I knew, and I had a feeling the fallout from my escape was far from over. Hence, the uncertainty grew. Was there anyone I could trust? And what new dangers awaited me in the world beyond the club’s glittering facade?Jayden's povAs 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, hol
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