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201. HER LOVELY CLIENT
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2024-10-29 19:42:56{That man wants to see you again in three days, Vivi. He said he would have a special request for you, but he would tell me about it later. I'll tell you again when he tells me what he wants from you.}
That was the text Vivian received from Rose after she deliberately rejected the call from that woman, and of course, that was also what stopped her from laughing when she heard how Steen confidently said that someone else was harassing her.Thankfully, Vivian rejected Rose's call, which was why Steen didn't have to hear what the woman had to say. Sure enough, Rose would mention the word "that man" in her sentences, and that word would be enough to give Vivian another hard time if Steen overheard that.However, even if she managed to escape that problem, she would still have to face another problem when her 'lovely client' once again wanted to see her. Of course, the request to meet her wouldn't be normal at all, but the man surely would ask for the usualRelated chapters
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Little Stanley went on and on about how much he hated math when he and Vivian were in his bedroom. It was Vivian's first time in the boy's room, and she could see how the room was dominated by blue color. It even had sky-blue wallpaper complemented by white clouds as well, and Vivian couldn't help but think that she was flying through the sky as soon as she set foot in the bedroom. Without asking, Vivian was sure that Stanley's favorite color was blue, and maybe he also had a cute obsession with the sky. Hence, the kid's bedroom gave her a different feeling the moment she stepped into it. Stanley's bedroom was on the second floor of the mansion, and the location was not far from her bedroom, but she had no reason to come to the room before tonight. It turned out that Stanley only wanted her to help him with his math homework, and since it was only homework for first grade, Vivian had no trouble teaching the boy. Instead of completely helping t
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 203. SCOOTER OR CAR?
“I want to go to school with her! I want to ride the scooter too!” Right after breakfast finished, Stanley was already making a scene in the dining room. Nobody left the room even after they had finished their breakfast, and that was why they could see how the boy was being so stubborn while arguing with his mother. Kate had just asked the boy to quickly go to the front of the mansion because the driver was waiting for him to take him to school, but to her surprise, that was the answer that came from the seven-year-old boy. Stanley didn't say a name, but he pointed at Vivian when he said the word "her," and Vivian even gasped in shock when she heard it. Right now Vivian was still sitting in her usual chair at the dining table, and Steen was also still sitting next to her. Steen didn't show any reaction after hearing Stanley's words, but it was Vivian who frowned in confusion after hearing the kid's words. She didn't expect the boy wo
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 204. WHY, STEEN?
Strangely enough, Stanley didn't seem afraid of Steen this morning. Even if his older brother had strictly said that he would be the one sending Vivian to her campus, the boy still tried to go along with the two people, and there was even tension in the dining room after the boy voiced out what he wanted. Kate also looked nervous and seemed like she wanted to stop her son from being stubborn in front of his half-brother who never liked him, but to her surprise, Steen calmly agreed to the boy's request. "If I let him follow me and my wife today, this useless conversation will end, right? Just make sure something like this won't happen again in the future. My ears sting from this useless bickering." That was what Steen said to respond to his half-brother. Of course, he didn't look friendly at all, but Stanley probably only saw his response as a green light. Steen agreed to let the boy in his car, and he also said that he would drive the boy to h
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 205. SHE HAD JUST DUG HER OWN GRAVE
Do you think Steen will answer his brother's question? Of course, the answer is... no. When Vivian glanced at the man sitting behind the wheel, she could see how the man didn't even show any kind of reaction on his face after hearing Stanley's innocent question. When Vivian couldn't even hide her surprise, Steen kept his stoic expression, and Vivian wondered how a human could look as statuesque as that man. It seemed Steen was well-trained to control his expressions, but why was he trying to hide his emotions in the first place? Vivian knew that humans needed to show their emotions once in a while so they wouldn't go crazy from harboring them, but it seemed that Steen didn't even have any. 'Is it true that Steen has no emotions at all? How can a human continue living without any emotions? Is his heart empty?' Vivian couldn't help but collect those questions in her head when she witnessed how Steen could always show his emotionless face. So man
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 206. WHERE'S SAMANTHA?
'Let's just forget about what happened before and focus on class,' Vivian said to herself after she arrived at the classroom. She liked to sit in the third row, right by the window. Even when she was in high school, she always liked to sit in that position. She could hear her professor's voice from that position, and she could also see the screen and whiteboard at the front of the class. It was the ideal position where she didn't feel too close or too far from the professor, and that was why she always chose that position. Usually, she would sit with Samantha in the third row. She would sit by the window, and the blue-haired girl would sit next to her. But, where's Samantha now? There were only five minutes before the class would start, but the noisy girl was nowhere to be seen even when Vivian turned her gaze to look around her. The rest of her classmates were there, but where was Samantha? Perhaps her mind had been preoccupied with the embar
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 207. THE REAL ELENA
Samantha had ended the call, and she stared blankly at the phone screen even if it went black once again after the call ended. She had expected that the person would call her, and that was why she had already prepared the answer she had to say. She no longer spoke to that person, and she could only sigh heavily before placing her cell phone down on the table. Her free hand then massaged her aching temple. “Of course, I still remember how strict the professor was. I will definitely not be able to take the exam, and I will certainly have to repeat the class next year,” she muttered to herself. Previously she sounded convinced when she answered the other person's question, but she was completely dizzy now when she knew full well that she did need to repeat the class next year. When she still couldn't get rid of her headache, she finally saw someone approaching her table. Previously she had said to that person that she was going to meet someone, and it was
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 208. IS SHE YOUR TWIN?
Elena was silent for a moment after hearing her best friend's question, but then she replied, “I don't know her, but I'm curious about her. Can you tell me a little more about her, Sam?” Perhaps Samantha didn't expect that her best friend would have that kind of reaction after hearing her story. She had known the girl for a long time, and the girl wasn't usually this calm. Elena would react excitedly to everything, but the person sitting across from her looked too calm that she almost thought that the person wasn't Elena and was just pretending to be her like the one named Vivian. "That's not how you should react when you find out someone is pretending to be you, Elena. Moreover, it's a dirty prostitute who pretends to be you," Samantha replied, but she didn't immediately grant her best friend's wish to tell her more about the girl named Vivian. “After finding out that another girl pretended to be you and even married someone you should marry, you must grit your
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 209. DON'T TELL ANYONE
Samantha could indeed confidently say that she had known Elena for years, but she still had her doubts about the girl, and that was why the girl sitting across from her looked irritated after hearing her question. “I'm not hiding anything like that from you, Bach. You know that I only have a brother, and that's the truth. I don't have a twin, and that's why you…” In her first two sentences, Elena sounded confident, but she sounded doubtful about what she was going to say next, and she couldn't even finish her last sentence. Samantha, of course, could see the hesitation on her friend's face and voice, and that was why she immediately asked, “What's wrong, Vester? You insist that you don't have twins, but you suddenly sound hesitant. Don't tell me it was your parents who hid the fact that you had a twin all along, and you also just found out about that today. You are surely shocked because your twin used to work as a prostitute, right?” “…” Elena didn't i
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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.”
