In the Public Relations Department lounge, the escort girls were deep in conversation, their voices rising as they discussed the latest happenings. Whispers echoed through the room, as their eyes occasionally flicked toward Eloise, who sat quietly in the corner.Despite Amelia and Gold's lessons on how to behave, no one took Eloise seriously. It wasn’t just the new girls; even the more experienced workers gave her dismissive glances. There was something about her that didn't fit the glamorous image they all tried so hard to project. Her past as a cleaner in the club's toilets still lingered in the minds of many, making her presence here, in this department, feel out of place.They couldn’t understand how someone like Eloise had suddenly risen to be one of them, and the awkwardness hung in the air like an unspoken truth.Eloise followed Flora as she walked down the corridor towards the VIP lounge on the fifth floor. Flora’s face was unreadable, but Eloise could sense her impatience. Sh
As Eloise stood there, staring at the cheque in her hand, her face gradually grew paler. The weight of the situation began to sink in. She had been through countless humiliations before clients who treated her like a disposable object, who took from her what they wanted without regard for her feelings. Yet, she had always kept a part of herself intact. This time, though, something felt different. The sum on the cheque was more than she'd ever been given for so little.Why me? She thought bitterly. What did I do to deserve this money?She had understood when Micheal had given her $100,000 before, it had been because he thought she resembled the woman he loved. A twisted sympathy, maybe. But today, she hadn’t done anything to deserve this amount. She hadn't even gone through the usual humiliation, yet here she was holding the cheque.Jack was standing in front of her, a little taller than she was, watching her with eyes that seemed to dissect her every move. His gaze was unwavering, stu
Rachel blinked, stunned by the simplicity of the answer. “A kiss?” she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. “That’s it? Just a kiss?” But before Eloise could respond, Rachel fell silent, her thoughts running a mile a minute.Rachel's voice trembled slightly as she asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "Eloise, are you sure it was just a kiss?" Her eyes searched Eloise’s face for any sign that she was lying, but all she saw was sincerity, though tinged with a vulnerability that only made Rachel's worries deepen.Eloise’s heart warmed at the concern in Rachel's voice. She could see the worry etched across her friend’s face. She didn’t want to make Rachel anxious, so she answered as calmly as she could, "Yes, Rachel. He only asked for a kiss."It couldn’t have been that simple.Rachel knew the world they lived in. the world of men who had money, power, and twisted desires. She had seen enough to know that when a man of that stature made an offer, there were always st
Rachel couldn’t quite grasp why Ainsley seemed so obsessed with Eloise. But there was one thing she did know: Ainsley despised Eloise. He hated her with a passion that Rachel couldn’t entirely understand. The way he treated Eloise was harsh, even cruel. Ainsley’s disdain was clear in every action, every look.After a few seconds of deliberation, Rachel decided to downplay the situation, speaking with a calm tone. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” she said, her voice light, as though brushing it off. “The guest simply asked Eloise for a kiss.”She didn’t think Ainsley would care. After all, in the world of Club Scarlet Heart, such requests weren’t unusual. Guests often asked for kisses from the escorts, and sometimes even left generous tips in exchange. The women at the club didn’t mind. It was just part of the job, something that kept the customers satisfied and the money flowing. But Rachel didn’t anticipate what would happen next.The moment Rachel finished speaking, Ainsley, who was i
Eloise stood there, her eyes fixed on Mavis. There was a calm, unwavering intensity in her gaze, but Mavis didn’t acknowledge it. She was too focused on her own thoughts, the weight of her words. Eloise could feel the tension in the air between them. Mavis wasn’t talking to her.Eloise wasn’t one to be easily deceived, and she could sense there was something off about the situation. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of Mavis’s actions. She wasn’t used to being lied to so blatantly, and there was an unsettling feeling that gnawed at her from within.Mavis continued to speak, her voice still controlled. “I left my things in the bedroom that day,” Mavis said, her eyes not meeting Eloise’s. “So, I went back to retrieve them. That’s when I found you lying unconscious on the floor. I didn’t think twice; I took you straight to the hospital. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if I hadn’t returned when I did.”Eloise’s frown deepened as she processed Mavis’s words. Something d
Charles Oliver, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, stood still, his brow furrowed in confusion. He stared at the door Lucian had pointed to, the door to Room 3. There was nothing extraordinary about it. It was just a simple wooden door, no different from the others at Scarlet Heart Club.Lucian’s voice broke through his thoughts. “A beautiful woman will walk through this door shortly. She’s someone special, a sweetheart. Alpha Oliver, I’m just being a friend here, giving you a little advice.”Lucian smiled knowingly, and the look in his eyes was one that made every man in the room feel like they were part of a secret, unspoken bond. He tapped Charles on the arm, the gesture filled with more meaning than words could express. “You know what I’m saying, don’t you, Alpha. Oliver?”Charles, despite his initial confusion, understood all too well. He wasn’t some naive fool. He was the Alpha, respected and admired, and he knew what Lucian was implying. His expression softened, and a knowing smi
Charles stood by the transparent container that was ominously positioned in the center of Room 3. He pointed toward the large, almost suffocating structure with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Miss Mavis,” he said, his voice smooth and too kind, “have you ever seen a diving performance? This is what you need to do. Please, enter the container.”Mavis’s heart sank. The words hit her like a slap on the face, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked rapidly, trying to understand what Charles meant. A diving performance? Her mind raced, struggling to put the pieces together. But there was no mistaking it, she was being asked to enter that container.The workers in the room, having no time to waste, began to move quickly. They grabbed the transparent container and began carrying it toward the bathroom. Mavis stood frozen, her eyes glued to the glass structure that now seemed far too large, too oppressive. The container was nearly three meters high, its shape reminiscent of
Charles smiled at Eloise’s words, clearly intrigued. She’s more interesting than Mavis, he thought. There was a dark curiosity in his eyes as he observed her.“I heard you love money very much,” Charles said, his voice smooth.Eloise, not one to engage in such conversations, lowered her head, a knowing silence hanging between them. Everyone knew that she had a deep love for money, it was practically a trademark.She pursed her lips into an inscrutable smile before she finally spoke, her voice steady. “Yes, and that’s why I agreed to risk my life to do it.”Charles chuckled, his grin widening. “Alright! Four hundred thousand dollars. Deal!”He seemed genuinely amused, though Eloise knew it was merely a transaction to him. The deal was made, but the stakes were terrifyingly high.Eloise, while not outwardly graceful, had something more visceral, a certain edge that Charles found intriguing, even though she was far from the typical beauty. She wasn’t the type to shy away from risk, and f
Eloise looked at Richard in disbelief, her mind trying to process the words that had just left his lips. The betrayal stung more than she thought it would. For a moment, her eyes fluttered, and she tried to make sense of what was happening. But all she could feel was the numbness creeping in. She forced herself to lower her gaze, her heart heavy and expressionless. "Alpha. Anthony, then I won’t make things difficult for you," she said softly, the words feeling foreign as they left her mouth.Richard’s face twisted with guilt. "Eloise, don’t be like that. I have no choice. Don’t blame me." He reached into his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash, shoving it into her hand. "Take this. Buy food, clothes... just take it. Please."But Eloise didn’t budge. She just stood there, her body stiff, as if she couldn’t bear to touch the money. Her eyes remained unfocused, looking at nothing in particular. I don’t want your pity money, Richard. I don’t need it. Not from you. Not from anyone.Richard
Eloise felt hopeless as she thought about Ainsley’s visit tomorrow. She had no idea where to get the rest of the money.As Jack left her dorm building, she couldn’t shake the emptiness he left behind. She could feel the weight of her situation crushing her, the uncertainty gnawing at her. I need that money. But where?As Jack drove away, his departure stole away all the hope she'd briefly managed to find. I thought I could change. I thought there was a way out. But now? Now I’m stuck.The next day at Club Scarlet Heart, Eloise entered Rachael’s office, her steps heavy with anxiety."Did you get the money?" Rachael asked, her voice laced with expectation.Eloise shook her head slowly, eyes cast down.Rachael raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t ask Jack?"Eloise stayed silent.Rachael sighed, her tone a mix of frustration and concern. "So, what now?"“I don’t know,” Eloise muttered. “I’m stuck.”“Eloise, you don’t have much time,” Rachael said, her voice suddenly sharper. "Alpha Williams is
Eloise stood frozen, her mind racing as Rachael’s words hit her like a slap in the face. She could feel her pulse throb in her temples, and her stomach churned with confusion. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing."I haven't changed," Eloise muttered, her voice low and tight, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Rachael, or herself.“Eloise, can’t you see?” Rachael’s voice softened. "Your face used to be so stiff. All I saw in it was emptiness, like it didn’t belong to a living person. But now… now, I see something different. I see a spark." Her words hung heavy in the air. "I think you’re starting to feel again."Eloise opened her mouth, but the words tangled in her throat. She had wanted to protest, to say something that would make Rachael stop looking at her like that. But Rachael wasn’t finished.“Is it Jack, Eloise?” Rachael’s eyes narrowed, her voice suddenly darkening with anger. “Is that who’s making you change? Because if it is… you should know better. He
Jack stood up, turned his head to look at the watchful woman and asked, "Aren't you going to accompany me?""No, Alpha. Jack, close the door when you leave," Eloise said."Isn't it a basic requirement of your job to escort people? Or, Ms. Anthony, do you think I'm no longer a guest to you since you're off duty and in your dorm now? Ms. Anthony, perhaps I should go to Club Scarlet Heart, the place where you work, to see you tomorrow. What do you think?" Jack said casually.Eloise thought. Seriously? Are you threatening me again? How despicable!Eloise gritted her teeth. Every time, Jack always managed to make her gnash her teeth in hatred.She said, "Alpha. Jack, you are right. I should not neglect my guests, just because I am off duty. Alpha. Jack, let me accompany you."As she spoke, she walked forward, looking at the man beside her even more vigilantly.Who knows what's wrong with him? He likes to kiss my wound so much, and he has the nerve to claim that it's healing.Thinking about
Pa!The sound of a loud slap echoed through the quiet hallway, its sharpness breaking the stillness of the night.Eloise stood there, her hand still trembling after delivering the blow. Jack’s face turned to the side from the force of the slap. After a long pause, he slowly raised his hand to touch his cheek, his fingers tracing the spot where the sting still lingered."That was a good slap," Jack remarked, his voice surprisingly calm, though his eyes sparkled with something darker, something that looked like both anger and intrigue. Eloise could feel her own heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction. There was a strange, twisted pleasure in delivering the slap, something that made her feel empowered.She stared at him, her eyes burning with a quiet fury. "Alpha. Jack, you so enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds. Now you know. It hurts," she said, her voice low and steady.Turning on her heel, she walked away, her back straight and her steps firm, as if nothing had
"Alpha, Jack, I never said that the meal I cooked was worth a hundred thousand dollars. You gave it to me because you thought it was worth it. I was short of money, so I accepted it. Why did I accept it, even though I knew it wasn't an equal exchange? Perhaps you've forgotten that I'm a woman who will do anything for money. I'm a company girl, not a socialite. I need money. I need a million dollars. It means the world to me. If I don't get this money by the deadline, I'm going to lose something very important," she said frankly.Jack was silent, his face expressionless. He didn’t care about anyone else, least of all her problems.He raised his hand, looking at his watch. "I've already wasted enough time. Miss Anthony, I've bothered you for too long. There's no need for us to meet again in the future.""I thought that too. That's why I accompanied you downstairs," Eloise replied thoughtfully. She paused, and added, "Alpha, Jack, thank you. Also, you were wrong about one thing. We're ju
Eloise returned to the Public Relations Department office and sat at her desk, the sterile surroundings offering her little comfort. She was the only one there. Time seemed to slow down as she stared at the empty room. There were no calls from her colleagues or supervisors. Soon, the clock ticked past the hour, and it was time to go home.Just like the day before, and the day before that, she hadn’t received any work at all.She sighed and stood up from her desk, gathering her things before heading out the door. She left the Scarlet Heart Club behind, and made her way back to her dorm.The walk back was uneventful, and the stairs creaked under her feet as she ascended to her apartment floor. Just like yesterday, as she reached the landing, she saw Jack standing by her door, his figure as imposing as ever.This time, Eloise didn’t ask anything. The previous days of questioning, of wondering, had led her nowhere. She simply pulled out her key in front of Jack and opened the door. Her mo
Jack didn't care about her attitude. "The wounds must be treated. Leaving them untreated will only make them worse."Eloise stared at him coldly, her expression hardening. Why does he always feel the need to control everything?"It's none of your business," she said with a chill in her voice. Then she remembered that she had just received 20 thousand dollars from Jack, and her mood shifted slightly. She adjusted her tone, trying to be more civil, and continued, "Alpha Jack, please don't kiss me on the forehead again."Jack, however, didn't seem to be deterred by her coldness. He looked at her with a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. "So, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with a challenge.Before Eloise could even process his words, Jack closed the distance between them and quickly kissed her on the lips. Eloise’s gaze dropped to the floor, a flash of disgust crossing her face.She forced a smile. "Alpha Jack, the kiss is included in the money, right?" s
In the Ocean Moon Pack, Michael stared at Jack across the room, his expression hardening as he noticed the smug smile on Jack’s face. The atmosphere in the office, thick with tension, made the air feel suffocating. Jack was lounging casually on the couch, but Michael could see the flicker of something darker behind his eyes."You seem to be in a good mood these days," Michael commented, his voice cool but laced with something that could almost be concern.Jack's smile widened, and he leaned back further, his arms resting comfortably behind his head. "Why wouldn't I be?" he replied nonchalantly. "I've stumbled upon some very interesting prey."Michael set the document he had been reading aside, narrowing his eyes as he studied Jack. "Jack," he said, his tone turning serious. "Stop, there's nothing funny about this."Jack chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of arrogance. "Michael, you're an Alpha. Don't you know that hunting is a very elegant sport?" He winked as if this were som