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1. VIVIAN BOESEN
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"ACK!"
"How dare you scream when you're with me?! Do you want me to slit your throat so you can't scream anymore? You really are an ungrateful bitch!"
How could she not scream when someone suddenly tugged at the back of her hair until she felt her neck snap? That person was behind her and taking complete control over her, and she wasn't even allowed to scream even though she felt pain in her head and neck.
Not even a thread covered her body, and the cold air generated by the air conditioner directly assaulted her bare skin. But, she also couldn't voice her protest even if she wanted to hug herself right now instead of continuing to serve the man behind her.
But, how could she do that when the fat man was paying for her services tonight? She was one of the most famous prostitutes in "Ladder to Paradise," the most well-known brothel in town, and that was why horny and lonely men were willing to pay such a high price for her services.
She was indeed one of the most exclusive prostitutes in the brothel, and there was even a waiting list for guests who wished to spend the night with her. Each night, she would serve only one guest, but the money she received would be enough to live for a month if only she was a free person who didn't have other responsibilities.
That was why those men always looked forward to her service, but that didn't mean they would treat her tenderly when they finally got the chance to enjoy her body.
Perhaps it was because those people had paid a heavy price for her services, and that was why they didn't bother trying to treat her gently when they were finally in bed.
What she was currently experiencing was nothing new to her, and that was because the man currently piercing the skin of her waist with his long fingernails was a regular customer in the brothel. He was always looking for her, and he also always treated her roughly in bed.
It could be said that the man had always liked to play roughly in bed, and since her job was to satisfy the man, she couldn't even say no.
The back of her head was hurt, and her neck was still sore too, plus how the man even used his fingernails to hold her down only made her feel worse. Even if she couldn't see it, she assumed the skin on her waist was bleeding by now, but the torment didn't stop there.
As if the pain the girl was feeling wasn't enough, the man mercilessly entered her from behind with full force, and she even hit her forehead on the headboard due to his violent actions.
This time, she didn't scream and instead bit her plump red lip. After all, she still wanted to speak normally without the scar on her throat, and that was why she was trying to restrain herself.
"Ah!" The man suddenly moaned as he felt pleasure in his lower body. His eyes were even half closed as he was enjoying the pleasure, but he still managed to say, "It's so good, bitch! You finally know your place, huh? You don't dare to scream when you're with me?"
The man complimented her, but one of his hands was still clutching the back of her hair, and it didn't show that he appreciated her at all. Her light brown hair was only four centimeters below her ears, and because of the violent tug, a few strands of brown hair fell on her bare shoulders.
As the man continued to ravish her lower body, she finally couldn't keep biting her lower lip any longer. She had always hated it when she always felt pleasure down there because of what men did to her, but she had to admit that her body was honest. Even if she didn't like those men, her body couldn't tell the difference between every touch she felt, and that was why she always felt pleasure when those men managed to touch her sensitive spots.
It was also the same tonight when the old man behind her finally used his hand which was previously holding her waist to fondle her breast. It was probably good for her when some men liked to do it from behind. Because of that, she didn't need to see those hideous faces and bodies, and that was why she could pretend that she was having sex with a handsome man she loved.
Love, huh? Did she deserve to feel love when she was just a lowly prostitute? She had lost her virginity two years ago when she was twenty years old, and it could be said that so many men had tasted her that she couldn't even remember each of them.
She just got dirtier with time, and someone like her didn't deserve to be loved, did she?
"ACK!"
As she was distracted by unnecessary thoughts, her left shoulder was suddenly bitten from behind, and she even screamed again even though she was trying to save herself in front of the merciless man.
"You dare to scream again, bitch?!" The man behind her once again tugged at the back of her hair as he harshly scolded her. "I paid you the money that was originally for my wife's vacation, but you only know how to scream and complain, huh? Don't you think you should try to please me too?"
She could feel how her blue eyes grew warmer from the pain she was feeling, and tears almost greeted the mole under her left eye if her eyelid couldn't hold them longer. She even forgot about the pleasure she previously felt down there. Was it her fault that the man ended up using the money that should have been used to pay for his wife's vacation? Was she the one who begged the man to buy her service using that money?
No, it wasn't her who asked the man to cheat on his wife, so why should she be blamed?
If she could tell the truth, then she would say that she was tired. Yes, Vivian Boesen was tired, and if she could, she would like to get out of this black hole and fly to another galaxy to start a new life. But, how could she do that when she was powerless? Was there a way for her to quit this dark place?
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I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 2. ELENA VESTER
"I'm sure there's still a way!" It was almost midnight, but the curly-haired woman couldn't even stop herself from screaming through the silence of the night. A piece of paper with some writings was in her hand, and her hand couldn't even stop shaking. Judging from the wrinkles that graced her face, she was no longer young, and she was probably over fifty years old. It was indeed almost midnight, and that was why she was now wearing her silk pajamas in maroon. Standing in front of her was a man who looked about the same age as her, and beside the middle-aged man was a young man. The three of them gathered in a bedroom dominated by pink, but it seemed their mood was too dark to enjoy the cheerful color. "I must admit your instincts were so accurate that you even woke up in the middle of the night, but it's still too late, Mom," the young man replied to the woman lazily. "That silly girl has fled without thinking about us, and now you'd better start thinking of some other way to repa
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 3. THE RED DISTRICT
Tommy Vester had been a lazy person since he was a kid. It could even be said that he was also very lazy since he was still in his mother's womb. Instead of voluntarily coming out of his mother's womb, the doctors had to cut open his mother's belly to get him out, and that proved that he was indeed a lazy person even as a baby. He was now a thirty-year-old man, but he was still the same, and that was why he only did his mother's orders half-heartedly. His mother said that his younger sister would be home in less than a week, but that girl had not returned even though six days had passed like a gust of wind. His mother had told him to do anything to find his sister, including finding her at her college and asking her classmates about her whereabouts. ["I don't care even if you have to dig in the graveyard, Tommy! I just want you to find Elena, and you can't go home until you find her!"] That was how his mother mercilessly gave him orders. His mother even asked him to dig the ground
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 4. ELENA ON THE SECOND FLOOR?
Tommy Vester wasn't young anymore, but he was still single. Several reasons caused him not to have a partner even though most of his friends already had wives and even children.The first reason was that it could be said that his look was below average. He had curly hair like his mother, and his face was wide like his father's. Nowadays, girls preferred guys with straight hair and small faces, so of course, he was not the girls' favorite.The second reason for his pitiful state was his vicious personality. Even when he was lucky enough to find a girlfriend for himself, he would still waste his money sleeping with some prostitutes, and that was why no girl wanted to stay with him for a long time, let alone agree to marry him.Even his mother often scolded him for it, but why should he listen to her when he knew that his mother was no better than him? His mother's lectures always went into his left ear before exiting his right, but there were no words that stayed in his head to make him
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 5. NOT ELENA BUT VIVIAN?
"Elena?" The boss parroted upon hearing Tommy's question, and for a few seconds, her ferocious gaze was replaced by a puzzled look as she continued, “We have quite a few girls here, but I recognize all of them, and I'm pretty sure we don't have anyone by that name right here.” That was a negative answer he received from the woman, and Tommy nearly spat in the room when he heard it. "You're trying to hide her on purpose, aren't you?" He returned arrogantly. “You can be sure that you recognize all the girls who work for you, but I can also be sure that I recognize my own sister. I saw her upstairs before I came to this room, and maybe you're just trying to help her cover up her identity, right? After all, she tried to run away from home, and maybe you have been helping her, right? I can call the police and report you for kidnapping my sister!” Even if the boss looked confident in her answer, Tommy wasn't to be outdone either, and that was why he replied to the woman's words while poin
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 6. SHE HATED GIVING BLOWJOBS
Vivian had just finished her work tonight, and she sat up on the bed with no cloth covering her fair skin. Yes, everything was exposed to the cold in the room, but it seemed she was used to that kind of atmosphere. Her entire body was covered with kiss and bite marks, and that was why only a few parts of her body remained white because of the existence of the red marks. It looked like she felt pain down there, which was why she hissed slightly as she bent down to pick up her black bra from the floor. Even her big boobs bounced at the sudden movement, but she didn't pay attention to it as she was about to put on her bra. A man was standing by the bed, and he was wearing his shirt and jacket now. He smoothed his clothes which were indeed slightly creased from their intense activity just now, but he still couldn't completely get rid of the wrinkles in the end. He frowned, but he only let out a heavy sigh before finally taking out his wallet from the back pocket of his black pants. Fr
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 7. DO YOU HAVE A BROTHER?
The one thing she liked about this place except for the fact that it gave her money was that she only had to serve one man each night. That rule had been in effect since she joined the place two years ago, and until now, she was still grateful for it.She only had to attend to one man each night, but that didn't mean she only had to work an hour or two. No, the boss from Ladder to Paradise somehow thought that men weren't usually satisfied with just one or two rounds, and that was why the prostitutes there had to serve one man for three to four hours every night.Of course, the man who booked her or the other prostitutes in that place would need to pay a large amount of money for the service, and that was why only rich men would dare to come to that place.By now, it was one in the morning, and Vivian just wanted to get home before she went to the hospital to see her mother. It was already past midnight, and it meant she would be late for her mother's birthday, but her mother always u
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 8. THE WEIRDO
["Someone came to me a few hours ago and said he was your brother." That was the explanation she received from Rose after she was dumbfounded by the woman's sudden question when she was about to leave the office. She looked confused, but she managed to answer, “I'm the only child in my family, boss. I don't have any brothers or sisters.” It was the most honest answer she could give the woman sitting behind the desk. In her family, she only lived with her mother because her father died a long time ago due to illness. Even her mother was now hospitalized, and she sure didn't have any siblings at home. "But that guy looks pretty sure he's your brother," Rose replied. “He even insisted that you use an alias now, and he also said that your real name is Elena. More than that, he also foolishly said that I had kidnapped you and said that he would report me to the police because of that.” Vivian was even more confused after hearing her boss's next explanation. "Elena?" She parroted. "I've
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 9. SHE'S NOT ELENA
Money? That was, of course, Vivian's priority for now.Two years ago, her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer, and even though the cancer was still stage 3 at the time, they needed a lot of money to start treatment. It was a bit late to find out the disease, and the doctors said that at that stage, the brain tumor was already malignant and progressing faster than stages 1 and 2.The doctors also said that stage 3 brain cancer could actively produce abnormal cells that could spread to other areas of the brain, and that was why Vivian decided to give up her dream to continue her study and start working to earn more money for her mother's treatment.At that time, she was actually a freshman at a university, but she decided to drop out and start working in Ladder to Paradise without her mother's awareness. Yes, her mother only knew that she worked for money, but she didn't tell the woman where she worked.For more than a year, any money Vivian earned would end up in the hospital for he
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I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 304. NO LONGER A PROSTITUTE, NO LONGER A SUBSTITUTE
A name. It was not just a group of letters used to address someone so they would turn to the caller and not ignore the caller. A name had a deeper meaning than that. A name was used to identify a person, used to distinguish someone from other individuals. A name would always stick with a person from the time they were born until the day they last breathed, and even at their final resting place, their name would also be written or engraved to let everyone know that the body buried underground belonged to the owner of the name. A name was indeed an important part of one's life, and that was why one would not feel happy if someone called them by the wrong name. Perhaps that was also the reason why Vivian had returned to wearing a wedding dress today. It was still the same wedding dress she wore months ago when she officially became Steen's wife, but because she was using someone else's name then, she and Steen decided to have another wedding ceremony to announce to everyone that it was
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 303. DON'T LEAVE ME
Their next stop was the penthouse at the Golden Roof Apartments, and it might also be their last stop. Only three people entered the penthouse after Elena was sent to her family's residence. After Lily and her family were arrested by the police, the house was empty, and that's why Elena lived there temporarily. Yes, only temporarily because Elena planned to move after finding a suitable place to live. Vivian had actually invited her to move in with her and Sarah in the small house, but Elena rejected the idea, saying that she didn't want to disturb the two of them and that Sarah might be uncomfortable if she joined them to live in the cramped house. Vivian said that Sarah wouldn't feel that way because that woman also wanted to meet Elena and wanted to live with her too, but Elena still resisted the idea. In the end, Vivian only said that she would try to find a bigger house, and if that could happen, the three of them might be able to move in together.
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 302. SMALLER BUT WARMER
Someone was standing in the middle of the mansion's stairs. With teary eyes, he looked at the people standing in the living room one by one. His eyes were not only filled with tears, but the two of them were also filled with fear and confusion. He looked lost and lonely even if he wasn't alone in the big building. Maybe the adults in the living room kept talking about Stanley before, but they probably forgot that the kid was also in the mansion the whole time, and they also weren't aware of the possibility that the innocent boy had heard everything from the second floor. But maybe Steen was aware of the possibility, but he simply didn't care at all. That was why he looked away from the boy before saying, "Let's go." Both words were aimed at Vivian and Elena, like how he had suggested the three of them leave the mansion immediately. But neither Vivian nor Elena moved from their positions even after hearing the order, and they both focused their
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 301. DIE ALONE
Steen somehow could not directly answer his father's question this time. He was still grinding his teeth to suppress his anger, but no words could come out of his mouth at this moment. Recalling the disgusting memory, he remembered how he did not find any used condoms in the hotel room, and it was easy to tell that he had done it without any protection the night before. He wasn't even sure if it was because he couldn't think straight when he did it or maybe it was Kate's intention, but he was sure there weren't any used condoms in the hotel room at the time. He wasn't stupid, and that was why he could see the possibility of her being pregnant after they had a such activity that night, and it was also the reason why he hated that kid called Stanley so much. Even if he didn't try to find evidence that Stanley was indeed his son, he could see the similarities the boy had with him, and it had the power to terrify him. Because of that, he had alway
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 300. THE DISGUSTING MEMORY
Kate had been dragged from the mansion by the police, and even the man named Peter had also been caught by the police. Hence, only four people were left in the living room after Marlon also left the place. There were only Steen, Stefan, Vivian, and Elena in the living room. Everyone still ignored the presence of plush sofas in the living room as they preferred to remain standing rather than sitting comfortably. They all even continued to stand like statues. Even Steen who previously looked the calmest of them, now looked shaken after hearing what Kate proudly said before being dragged away by the police. "I always knew that the child was not mine," Stefan muttered breaking the tense silence in the living room. “I always knew about it, but I didn't expect the child to be yours, Steen. How are you going to explain it to me? Do you like your stepmother? You have treated her coldly all along, but you even got her pregnant with your child. I didn't expect yo
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 299. HE'S OUR SON
“Recently, that bitch doesn't dare to touch her phone because her phone is haunted by my mother, right? Ah! Even her fear should be enough to tell that she was scared because she had done something to my mother in the past, but I know that such a thing wouldn't be enough to prove that she was indeed a criminal. That's why I focused on finding something on her phones that were ignored by her out of fear in the past week. On one of her cellphones, I found enough evidence to land her in jail.” When everyone was speechless, it was Steen who continued to speak. Turns out that was his real plan. He didn't plan to pressure Kate so she would kill herself just like his mother did years ago, but he just wanted her to ignore her cell phone so he would get a chance to touch it. Yesterday Kate left the mansion without her cell phone, and Steen took the opportunity to look for more evidence in the cell phone. Finally, he found what he was looking for in one of her cell phones.
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 298. KATE'S AFFAIR
"SHUT UP! DON'T TALK NONSENSE IN MY HOUSE!" Kate immediately shouted at Peter, but even her voice sounded unsteady as she looked nervous as hell. Her voice was shaking, her pupils were trembling, and even her breathing was ragged. All eyes suddenly fell on the blonde woman, and it was finally Stefan who opened his mouth to respond to the woman, "Are you sure what he said was just nonsense?" Stefan also looked surprised after hearing what Peter had just said, but he still had time to ask the woman that question. At this moment, the woman no longer glared at the kneeling man, and instead, she stiffly shifted her gaze to Stefan. Stefan was her husband, and he was known for his strict and assertive personality. Many people were afraid of him, even Kate was afraid of him before they got married years ago. But today she somehow looked scared again when she had to face the old man even if the man was her spouse. “D-don't listen to what that
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 297. TRUTH AFTER TRUTH
Steen had revealed everything. He had disclosed how Vivian and Elena were actually part of a family living far away from Haston City, but Elena was kidnapped by Lily and her husband two decades ago. At that time, the twins' parents died in a car accident, and little Vivian was found by a couple after the incident, and she was raised by the couple into adulthood. Steen deliberately did not mention how Sarah had purposely taken Vivian as her daughter instead of returning the child to her relatives, nor did he mention the name of the family Vivian and Elena came from. He didn't think that the information was necessary, and that's why he kept it a secret. And maybe Stefan really didn't need that information, and the story Steen had just uncovered had shocked the old man enough. His pair of eyes widened as he looked at the twins, but he still didn't say anything as he still couldn't overcome his shock. Steen could see how his father was stunned by
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 296. THE CULPRIT
It was Marlon who had just entered the mansion, but this time he was not alone. His hand was holding another person's arm, and that person's hands were tied with a rope behind his back. After arriving at the living room, Marlon forced the person to kneel in front of the five people. One person looked confident after seeing the person's appearance in the living room, while three other people looked shocked and confused, then one person looked scared as her eyes widened when she saw the person who had just arrived in the living room with Marlon. "So, he's the person, Marlon?" It was Steen who looked confident upon seeing the person's arrival in the living room, and although his question was directed at Marlon, his eyes were glued to the figure kneeling in front of him. “Yes, sir,” Marlon immediately answered his boss's question. “His name is Peter Ford, and he works in a bar in town. He's the one who posted that anonymous article about you, sir.”
