Charles walked toward me, his steps measured, his eyes scanning me as if trying to piece together the chaos unraveling in front of him. The weight of his gaze made it impossible to look away. My body was stiff, my face flushed from the humiliation that still hung in the air, and my mind was screaming for an escape. I felt like a cornered animal. The murmurs around us continued, low and biting. I could feel the workers’ judgment piercing my skin. Every glance, every whispered word was a dagger. And then Charles’ voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough of the drama, everyone!” he shouted, his tone sharp and commanding. The entire room fell silent instantly, the air heavy with fear. “If anyone says one more word against her, they’ll lose their job. Try me!” The silence that followed was deafening. The power Charles exuded was palpable, and even I found myself frozen in place. I could barely believe what I’d just heard. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear this time—it
CAITLYN'S POV I stood in the corner of the hospital room, my chest tightening as I watched my little sister, Claire, lying motionless on the bed. Her frail body was a pale shadow of the vibrant girl she used to be. The nurse's voice cut through the silence, sharp and clinical. “You need to get cyclosporine soon. Her pyoderma gangrenosum is aggressive, and without the medication, it could turn fatal.” The words "turn fatal" echoed in my head, leaving a lump in my throat. My fingers tightened around the edge of the bed as I nodded, too shaken to speak. “The medicine is rare,” the nurse continued, her tone softer this time, “You can only find it at The famous DLK pharmacy. It is difficult to obtain due to the production limit of the research and development company, and even our hospital is unable to do anything. But this is the only way to save your sister's life at present. ” Desperation clawed at me as I left the room. Within quarters, I made it to the DLK stores—but I couldn'
I held back my trembling at his humiliation, as my sister's weakened figure was also imprinted firmly in my mind. "Mr. Linton, you misunderstood me. I'm here to buy medicine and not for anything else." Desmond raised an eyebrow, and clenched his jaw, his eyes glinting with a pain that looked familiar. "Is it? But I don't see you having anything worth exchanging." He spatted after sipping his wine, then turned, walking back toward the bustling casino. My heart thudded in my chest as I watched him go. The image of my sister, frail and helpless, flashed in my mind. I couldn’t let my pride get in the way—not when her life was hanging by a thread. Swallowing my anger, I hurried after him, my boots magnifying my speed. "Mr Linton, please," I said, my voice trembling as I caught up to him. "Just listen to me." He stopped abruptly, turning to face me with a look that was both amused and predatory. He leaned in slightly, as if savoring my desperation. "My sister is dying," I pleaded,
Mama,” I said quietly, trying to control the trembling in my voice. Her voice came through, fraught with worry and a hint of desperation. “Caitlyn! Claire’s condition is getting worse. Have you gotten the medicine yet?” I froze, silent, as the weight of her words hit me again like a tidal wave. “They said The DLK pharmacy is the only one having it,” she continued, her voice filled with desperation. “Can you help your sister? We can't afford to lose another family member..” My mother's tone broke my heart. My father's passing had taken a heavy toll on her. I couldn't imagine if Claire had left us, too. The lump in my throat tightened. The tears I had been holding back, rolled freely now, silent streaks down my cheeks. But I kept my voice steady. “Okay, Mama. I’ll do what I can.” “I trust you, Caitlyn. But don't be too hard on yourself, I love you too,” she said, her voice breaking with sobs, interrupting each word. The line went dead, leaving behind a silence that seemed to m
"Mr. Linton, I'll take the job." The words burned as they left my mouth, every syllable dripping with a mixture of rage, despair, and shame. My blood boiled beneath my skin, my emotions ricocheting between fury and hopelessness. How had I let it come to this? The life of my sister—her fragile existence—was now tied to my dignity, or rather, the loss of it. Desmond’s smirk widened, as though he’d won some twisted game. “Good girl,” he said, the mockery in his tone slicing through me. “You can start tonight. Meet me at the address on my card, and we’ll discuss the business proceedings when you come.” He drained the remaining wine in his glass, every movement laced with satisfaction. I hated how calm he looked, as if all of this was just another night for him. Charles twisted his lips, his brows knitting together in confusion. “When are you willing to help her with the medicine?” he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. Desmond, ever the puppet master, replied smoothly, “Relax C
The car slowed to a halt outside The Crudile Hotel, its grandeur a sharp reminder of the kind of man Desmond Linton was: wealthy, arrogant, and used to getting what he wanted. Before I could even gather my thoughts, Desmond stepped out of the car with a self-assured grace that made my stomach churn. He turned briefly, leaning back into the car window, his expression that of disdain and amusement. “Wait here for fifteen minutes before coming up,” he ordered, his voice cold and dismissive. “I don’t want to be seen walking in with you. It’s bad for my image.” My fists clenched in my lap, nails digging into my palms again. The humiliation burned hotter with every second. He didn’t even wait for a reply before turning to his driver. “Walk her in after the time’s up,” he added. “Yes, sir,” the driver responded obediently, his tone full of respect and fear. Desmond disappeared into the hotel without so much as a backward glance. I stared at his retreating figure, my anger bubbling ove
“I have something to tell you,” I said, my voice steady as I met his eyes. A sly smile curved my lips—one I hoped concealed the chaos beneath my composure. Desmond’s jaw tightened. “Something about your new job?,” he shot back, his tone dismissive. His arrogance was like a punch to my gut, but I held my ground. “What I have to say is very important,” I replied firmly, refusing to waver. “It could change everything—everything you think you know about me.” Desmond scoffed, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Can we just do what we’re here for, Caitlyn? Or have you forgotten your sister’s life hangs in the balance?” The mention of my sister stung, but I refused to let it show. “Erica Brown,” I said sharply, leaning forward just enough to catch his attention. “Does that name sound familiar to you?” I saw it—the slight twitch in his expression, the faint crack in his confidence. For the first time, Desmond was caught off guard, and it thrilled me. “How do you know about
I scrambled to grab it from the nightstand, the name on the screen sending a jolt through my body—CHARLES. My hands trembled as I picked up the call, the weight of guilt and shame pressing down on me. “Caitlyn, has Desmond given you the medicine?” His voice boomed through the receiver, filled with urgency. “Yes, Charles,” I lied instantly, my voice shaky and uneven. The words tasted bitter in my mouth. “Good. Where are you? I'm here with Claire, her condition is getting worse,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Then the line went dead. Panic surged through me, momentarily snapping me out of my daze. I turned to face Desmond, who leaned against the bed naked, his face obscured by the darkness. “Mr. Linton, please,” I pleaded, desperation clawing at my throat. “Can I have the medicine now? My sister’s life is in danger.” Desmond’s chuckle was low and cruel, echoing around the room. “I agree to give you the medicine after the deal. But now, our deal is n
Charles walked toward me, his steps measured, his eyes scanning me as if trying to piece together the chaos unraveling in front of him. The weight of his gaze made it impossible to look away. My body was stiff, my face flushed from the humiliation that still hung in the air, and my mind was screaming for an escape. I felt like a cornered animal. The murmurs around us continued, low and biting. I could feel the workers’ judgment piercing my skin. Every glance, every whispered word was a dagger. And then Charles’ voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough of the drama, everyone!” he shouted, his tone sharp and commanding. The entire room fell silent instantly, the air heavy with fear. “If anyone says one more word against her, they’ll lose their job. Try me!” The silence that followed was deafening. The power Charles exuded was palpable, and even I found myself frozen in place. I could barely believe what I’d just heard. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear this time—it
I barely noticed when Desmond emerged from the bathroom, looking pristine and annoyingly composed. He was fully dressed in a tailored suit, his cologne heavy and sharp enough to sting my nostrils. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone so polished could be so cruel.“There’s a closet in the bathroom,” he said coldly, his eyes barely meeting mine. “Find a dress of your size there, freshen up, and meet me in my office.”I blinked in confusion as he walked out of the room without another word. Why in the world did he have women’s clothes in his closet? The thought sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. Still, I pulled myself together and went to the bathroom.After a quick shower, I rummaged through the closet. The dresses hung there were all too tight, too short, or too revealing. It was like picking poison. I finally settled on a tiny jumpsuit that barely reached my thighs. Tugging at the hem uselessly, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My legs were too exposed, but there wa
I froze, my breath caught in my throat, like a character in a paused video game. My heart pounded as I turned to Desmond, who hissed under his breath, “What the fuck does he want from me now?” His irritation was clear, but it did nothing to ease the tension gnawing at me. Desmond quickly pulled away, adjusting himself, and headed towards the door. I stayed rooted to the spot, fear and guilt tightening around me like a noose. “Yes, Charles?” Desmond replied, without opening the door, his voice calm. “Is everything okay, Desmond? You called me and didn’t say a word,” Charles said from the other side. “Oh! That was a mistake dial, Charles. I was trying to call one of my staff,” Desmond lied effortlessly. “Okay. But where’s Caitlyn?” Charles asked. Hearing my name made my stomach churn. My chest tightened as guilt coursed through me. The sound of Charles’ voice, warm and familiar, now felt like a sharp blade cutting through my conscience. How could I do this to him? Desmon
In the twinkling of an eye, Charles had picked Desmond's call, and I barely noticed at first because my mind was lost in disgust and despair as I was hating everything about this moment. I could hear Charles' calm and collected voice as Desmond had put his call on speaker. “Hello, Desmond.” Desmond was about to respond when something inside me snapped. I don’t know if it was anger, fear, or the sheer humiliation of the situation. But before I could even process it, I jumped forward, ignoring the pain in my bones. I stuffed his large cock into my petite mouth, licking and swallowing like I was an expert in what I was doing. I could feel his body tense in shock, then relax. A low, pleased moan escaped his lips. He ended the call abruptly, before Charles could hear him and tossed the phone aside. Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled me closer, his grip controlling every movement. He moaned louder, clearly enjoying himself, while I fought back tears that threatened to spill over. I
He wasn't the only one shocked, I was shocked at my own words too. I hadn’t expected to shout at him like that, but something in me just snapped. Maybe it was anger. Or maybe desperation for something that felt right. How could he ask me to give him a felatio? And what made him think I would? We weren’t married, and he had no intention of marrying me. What kind of demon was Desmond? What in the world did he want from me? He was a demon in human clothing, and I couldn’t understand it. My mind was racing, but everything felt blurry. I had never felt so lost and trapped in my life.Desmond stood up, his expression still cold and calculating. He pressed his hands to my face, right where the tiny wounds were, and I screamed in pain. It burned like fire. “Never you talk about marriage with me again, you get that?” he snarled. “Don’t even dream of it. I’ll never marry a harlot like you!” I could feel his spit hit my face, and I recoiled, shocked by his cruelty. Desmond pushed me to the flo
The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. But then, as if on cue, Desmond burst into laughter—wicked, cruel laughter that sent a chill down my spine. He mocked everything I had just said, ridiculing me in the most demeaning way.“Who do you think you are to lecture me, hun?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I took a step back, my body instinctively trying to put some distance between us, but he followed, closing the gap with each movement. “Don’t you ever in your life question me like that, you hear me?” Desmond’s tone was sharp now, his voice like ice. It made my blood run cold.Before I could react, I was pressed against the wall again, my back hitting it with a soft thud. Desmond leaned in, his lips just inches from my ear. “You are in no space to advise me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “I don’t care
I followed Desmond through the glass door, which opened to reveal a luxurious room. My eyes widened as I took in the space. There was a bed in the corner, a cozy couch, an air conditioner humming softly, a refrigerator, a television, and so many other things that screamed luxury. Everything in this room looked so expensive that I couldn’t help but stand there for a few seconds, my mouth slightly open. The place looked like it could afford everything in my entire house—and more. But to Desmond, this was just a relaxing office room. I wondered, if his office could be this extravagant, what would his real house look like? I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, Desmond pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. His breath was hot, fast, and his heart beat so loudly in my ears that I almost felt like I could hear it pounding against my chest. It felt like he was trying to eat my lips off, and I couldn’t understand the obsession behind it. What kind of obsession was this?
“Okay, Caitlyn, I’ll be taking my leave now. Happy first day at work.” Charles smiled and placed another peck on my cheek. I forced a smile, my thoughts still reeling from everything that had happened so far. “Thanks, Charles,” I said, trying to mask my confusion. I didn’t really know what was going on, but if Charles was happy, then I figured I should just go along with it. After all, his happiness was important to me, right?“You look beautiful, by the way,” he added, flashing me another grin.I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my face. “Thank you, Charles,” I said quietly, still not fully understanding what was going on, but I’d take the compliment.“Okay, Desmond! I’ll take my leave now,” Charles said, turning to Desmond. Desmond gave a fake smile, clearly trying to hide his annoyance as he dismissed Charles with a wave.“Make sure to take good care of Caitlyn. She’s my jewel,” Charles added, his words carrying a hint of possessiveness that made my stomach tighten. He t
The car finally pulled into the parking lot, and I sighed in relief. The anxiety that had been building up inside me for minutes felt like it would swallow me now. Brian glanced at me from the rearview mirror, his face tight with apprehension. I could tell he was relieved we made it on time—Desmond’s wrath was not something anyone wanted to face. I stepped out of the car and made my way into the company. I walked in, feeling the eyes of everyone around me like knives cutting into my skin. The dress—God, the dress—clung to me in all the wrong ways, its short length barely reaching mid-thigh. Every step felt like a battle, and the murmurs that followed me made it worse. Harlot. Prostitute. The words swirled around me, sinking deep into my chest, making my skin crawl.One woman, her voice dripping with disdain, stepped forward and sneered at me. “You must be the Caitlyn, Stacey was talking about,” she said with a scornful look, her eyes narrowing as she studied my attire.I forced a smi