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139. HE'S IN THE BEDROOM
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a tiring day for Vivian, both mentally and physically.
When she returned to Dahl's mansion after class, it was almost time for dinner. Turns out college was tiring. Or maybe it was just because it had been a while since Vivian had actually studied in a classroom?And it turned out that studying psychology was also not easy. Most of the professors on campus were old, and for some reason, Vivian couldn't understand the lectures easily even though she was sure she wasn't stupid.Or maybe it was because she had no passion to study psychology? Elena was the one who chose that major, while Vivian wanted to study science more than humans. Thus, she found it difficult to replace Elena during lectures on campus.Those things were indeed tiring, but Vivian felt even more tired due to several other reasons. The first reason was how her mother knew the truth about her marriage, and even the fact that her mother was able to get out of the hospital wRelated chapters
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In the past, Vivian had always liked her bedroom because it was a place for her to rest her mind and body. You could say her bedroom was her sanctuary, a place where she could vent and quietly cry when she was too tired with her life. Her bedroom was indeed the only place where she could have privacy, but she lost it after marrying Steen Dahl. Dahl's mansion surely had so many rooms, but a married couple shouldn't sleep separately, and that was why Vivian didn't get a bedroom for herself in the mansion. She and Steen had to share a bedroom, but instead of seeing the room as her sanctuary, Vivian thought it was a demon's den. So, when she heard how Kate told her that the man was waiting for her in the bedroom, she couldn't help but think that a demon might be about to execute her in his lair. But, could Vivian escape this situation? Even that mansion was actually a den of demons, and that was why she couldn't just run away after entering the ma
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Actually, not many kiss marks were visible on Steen's neck and chest. Upon hearing the man's order, Vivian once again looked at the man's exposed skin, and she found that there was only one kiss mark on the man's neck and two kiss marks near the collarbone area. Indeed, there were only three kiss marks visible to the naked eye, but how did Vivian get rid of them? Kiss marks like that would usually fade by themselves within a few days, and she didn't know how to get rid of them. 'Should I suggest he wear concealer to cover those marks? His skin is not a piece of paper, so I can't just use an eraser to erase those marks,' confused, Vivian thought of an idea when she once again looked at the man's face, and for some reason, she assumed that suggesting something like that would only lead to more severe punishment instead of saving her. She knew that Steen wasn't in a good mood right now even if she didn't know the exact reason, and that was why she didn't w
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Her husband was a psycho, and Vivian never dreamed of being praised by the man. However, she was still hurt when the man even called her a "bitch," and how the man pulled at the back of her hair only made her hurt even more. But, Steen wasn't wrong even though he sounded really rude the way he called her, right? After all, she was indeed just a cheap prostitute before becoming part of the Dahl family, and it was how the Young Master of Dahl called her that only reminded her of her true status. “I... I'm sorry, Mr. Steen Dahl! I didn't mean to make fun of you! I will do my job properly now, so please spare me!” Vivian even pleaded in the end when she felt her brown hair was about to be completely pulled out from her scalp. This wasn't the first time she had experienced this kind of treatment, but she wouldn't say that she was used to pain. She was not a masochist, and that was why she still felt fear in her heart when she received this kind of treatment
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 143. COUNTDOWN FOR A BOMB
It seemed like those five minutes were like the countdown to a bomb exploding for Vivian, and she quickly swiped the green icon on the screen before bringing the device to her ear. It seemed Steen let her off the hook so easily today so he didn't even try to put her in a sticky situation. The man didn't question the identity of the person calling her, nor did he ask her to put the call on the loudspeaker just like when she answered Lily's call not too long ago. However, how Steen crossed his arms over his chest while looking at her intently was enough to give her even more pressure as she answered the call. "Hello?" She didn't even dare to call Rose by her name, and she also knew that calling that woman "boss" would only make matters worse as she answered the call under Steen's glare. She was still standing in her position while Steen sat on the bed with his eagle eyes glued to her, and Vivian even needed to take her eyes off the man so she wouldn't loo
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That's a lie, of course. She didn't even have much time to choose what lie to feed when Steen asked her the question, and she only had one idea in her head at the moment. Maybe the idea sounded cheap and didn't show any creativity, but Vivian didn't think the idea was bad. Thus, she waited with anticipation after she questioned the man, but she was also nervous because the man didn't even show any reaction after hearing her explanation. “Who's the one having a birthday party? Tell me her name,” instead of immediately giving her the go-ahead, Steen continued to question her, and he even sounded like a parent when he voiced that kind of question. That was actually to be expected as someone like Steen must be smart and careful, and Vivian had an answer ready as she immediately replied, “It's Samantha. She's my best friend and also my classmate. We always attended classes together." Currently, she could only use Samantha's name. The reason was, sh
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There was also a television in the waiting room, and a man in a black suit stood in front of it crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He could see how the cameras suddenly panned to one of the guests sitting in the VIP seats, and he could also hear how the commenters called out the man's name. "Steen!" And while he was earnestly watching how the television was broadcasting the situation inside the convention hall, someone suddenly shouted at him, and he was forced to take his eyes off the TV, only to find that his father was approaching him in a panic. Previously, it was just him and a few staff in the waiting room. He would be the one launching the product tonight, and that was why he was preparing himself in that room with the help of the staff. Meanwhile, Stefan, Kate, and Stanley were sitting in the guest chairs waiting for the event to start, but Stefan suddenly left his seat before going to the waiting room. Although his father's ap
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 147. THE CEO
“My name is Cindy Johnson, and as host for tonight's event, I warmly welcome all the honorable guests to the DAHL Electronics product launch,” the emcee stood on the stage and greeted the guests politely. “DAHL Electronics has been waiting for tonight's event, and finally they will be launching their newest product which is not only meant for them but will also help people to live better in a better environment. All DAHL employees have worked hard on this product, so please welcome the person who has led the employees to work hard on this new product! It's the CEO of DAHL Electronics, Mr. Steen Dahl!" Even if most people's faces were filled with skepticism, they still lazily clapped after the emcee invited Steen Dahl to the stage. Of course, most of the people in the convention hall didn't like how Steen Dahl had put the company in such a difficult situation in the past week. It was he who insisted on working on this project, but it turned out that the idea for the new pro
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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“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.”
