It was round 9pm, Emma gazed at her cellphone and the time was nearer, she stepped out of the house and walked towards the club way. As she stepped into the club, Natalie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Emma. "Hey, you actually came," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded, my heart racing with anticipation, feeling unease and uncomfortable.
Natalie's gaze roamed over me, her expression softening. "You don't look too good,Emma, are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.
Emma nodded,her jaw set in determination. "Yes, ofcourse, I will, I have to so that my mother could live, this is the only chance I have now and I dont wanna screw it up, I have to try my best and to whatever it takes if only it's just for tonight."
With that, Natalie took her hand and led her into the dressing room. They had only 30 minutes to get ready, and the air was thick with tension. A flamboyant man, dressed in a sparkling outfit, greeted us with a warm smile. "Darlings, let's get you looking stunning and astonishingly beautiful for tonight!"
He handed her a stripper costume, and she felt her body recoil in protest. But she pushed aside her doubts and let him dress her. Natalie, already dressed in her own costume, walked towards her, her eyes locked onto Emma's. "It's fine, I'm with you. All you have to do is dance and vibe along with me, you will be fine, it's not that hard to do, anything I do just do it with me, you watch movies right? You know how strippers act, and trust me you are going to get money for your mother's surgery if you do well tonight and not think about your dignity, in life we go through risk to survive" she said
Emma nodded, her body shaking with nervous energy. Natalie handed her a bottle of wine. "Drink this, with this you would be fine, but don't get too tipsy."
She downed the entire bottle, feeling the alcohol coursing through her veins. "I'm good now, i think I can do this now,let's head out."
As they walked onto the stage, Emma saw three poles and a sea of VIP men waiting for them to dance. Natalie pulled her close, and they began to dance. She felt her inhibitions melting away, her movements becoming sexier, more confident.
Her eyes locked onto Robert, the wealthiest man in the room, and she felt a spark of attraction. He watched her, his eyes burning with desire, and she knew she had him hooked.
But just as she was getting into the zone, Ryan, Robert's friend, intervened. "Hey, Robert, she's just a kid. Don't think about it."
Robert nodded, but his gaze never left hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he called the owner over and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded and smiled, and then walked towards her.
"That man wants to see you," he yelled over the music.
She smiled slyly, my heart racing with excitement. "This is it...the man my eyes caught." She said
As the man pulled her towards Robert, she felt a rush of adrenaline. What would happen next? Would I be able to seduce him, or would I chicken out? The uncertainty was exhilarating, and I knew I was in for the ride of my life.
As Emma sat beside Robert, her fingers clicked together nervously. Robert's gaze locked onto her hands, and for a moment, he saw beyond the seductive dancer to the vulnerable girl trying to survive.
"Twerk for me,I want to feel you" Robert said, his voice high and deep.
Emma nodded, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and determination. She began to dance, her body moving in ways that made Robert's own body respond. But just as he was about to whisper in her ear again, his phone vibrated.
Ryan handed him the phone, and Robert's smirk grew as he listened to Sophia's voice. "The kids are back, and we're at the hotel."
Robert nodded, his eyes never leaving Emma's face. He handed the phone back to Ryan and pulled Emma close, his hands wrapping around her waist. Emma, lost in the music and the alcohol, didn't notice the exchange and the touches.
As Robert pulled her face close, their eyes locked in a charged moment. "Should we head inside?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Emma nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. Robert bid Ryan farewell, and they walked into the VIP suite, the door closing behind them like a secret.
Emma's eyes widened as she took in the opulent room. "Awesome, VIP suite, only for the rich," she said, her voice laced with a mix of awe and envy.
Robert smirked, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled chest. "Do you have a hate for the rich?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Emma sat on the chair, pulling off her shoes with a sultry movement. "No I don't hate them..I just envy them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Robert smirked and unbuttoned his shirt, his abs showing, sending shivers down Emma spine. She bit her lips and crossed her legs.
Robert's gaze roamed over her, his body responding to her words. "I don't like when ladies bite their lips like that in front of me," he said, his voice low and husky. "It turns me on."
Emma's eyes flashed with defiance, and she bit her lip again. Robert's hand veins bulged as he pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound their heavy breathing. Emma's heart raced, her body responding to Robert's touch. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the flame, moth-like, helpless to resist.
Emma undressed, she and Robert was naked, He pushed her to the bed and began to kiss her from head to her n**ples,he kissed his thigh, Emma bit her lips again and Robert saw her, he got furious and sexually aroused again, so he laid on her skin to skin and dipped her C**k into her va***nal, but then he noticed something was off about her. He glared at her, their eyes locked on each other, their breathing was slow and steady, but then he tried again after making her so wet, he stopped and pulled her face close to his, their lips not so far from each other.
“Are you a virgin?” Robert asked…..
EMMA POVThe room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the neon sign outside casting a soft,flickering glow through the half-drawn window. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, so loud I could barely hear the low rumble of his voice."You're a virgin?" Robert’s question hung in the air, as if suspended by the weight of his disbelief.I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly, though I quickly folded them in my lap, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His face, which had been calm, even smug moments earlier, was now an unreadable mask of shock and concern. He shifted his weight off me, sitting up abruptly as though the words had physically knocked him back.He repeated, softer this time, almost as if asking for more confirmation, guess he didn't believe the truth "A virgin?"His eyes searched mine, as though he were looking for some sign that I was joking, or playing some pranks, lying. But I wasn’t. It was actually the truth. I had never been with anyone, not
EMMA POVWe both laid on the bed,our body naked, Robert turned off the light and laid on me I was scared at first but then I realized that I was the one who wanted, he dipped it in but it wasnt entering, it was very hard and painful but then I told him to kept trying.Finally.So this was how sweet sex is.Robert's eyes locked onto mine, filled with affection, love and understanding, even though my reasons for being there wasnt good. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine as he guided me to the couch."I want your first time to be special," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my ear.My heart fluttered. I have never been in this situation before, I dont even know how it feels like but now I know.Robert's fingers intertwined with mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm. His gaze never left mine, filled with adoration."Are you sure? You are bleeding already. Should I stop? Or I should keep going" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, my voice caugh
EMMA POVThe hospital doors swung open with a cold whoosh early in the morning, and I rushed inside, the scent of antiseptic, drugs and sickness filling my nose. My breath came in short gasps, and my chest tightened. The money, I had it now, clenched tightly in my sweaty palm. I'd sacrificed everything I had—my savings, my pride, my future. But none of that mattered anymore I am grown. What mattered was my mom, who lay in a hospital bed somewhere in this labyrinth of suffering.I pushed past nurses and visitors, dodging gurneys and IV stands, my heart pounding as I raced toward Dr. Aaron's office. Each step echoed my fears. I was scared, terrified really, that this time I’d be too late. By the time I got there, I’d be greeted by solemn faces and bad news. My mind raced through the worst scenarios: What if she didn’t make it? What if I wasn’t fast enough? Then I sacrificed everything for nothing.But when I finally reached Dr. Aaron’s door, out of breath and frantic, I saw him sitting
EMMA POVBack at the hospital, the clock on the wall ticked mercilessly forward. Midnight had come and gone, and there was still no news. I had spent hours pacing the halls, my mind running through every possible outcome.Finally, just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment, the door to the operating room opened, and Dr. Aaron stepped out, looking tired but calm. I practically ran to him, my heart in my throat.“How is she? Is she okay?”Dr. Aaron took a deep breath. “The surgery was successful. We were able to remove the tumour, but... she’s not out of danger just yet, we can't be too relaxed. The next 24 hours are critical.”I nodded, relief washing over me in waves. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”He placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’s a fighter. You did everything you could. Now, it’s up to her if she will survive it or not, I am so sorry I also did everything I could.”I wanted to collapse right there, to let all the emotions that I had been holding back pour out of me, but
EMMA POV Before Natalie could respond, a nurse approached me, my face kind but serious. "Miss Emma? Dr. Aaron would like to have a word with you."I nodded, muttering a quick, "I have to go, Nat," before hanging up. I slipped my phone into my pocket and followed the nurse down the hall, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions, scared of what the doctor has to say to me this time about my mom's condition.Dr. Aaron was waiting for me outside the ICU. He was a tall man in his mid-fifties, with a calm, authoritative presence. "Emma," he greeted her, his voice measured. "Your mother’s surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor successfully, but it was more complicated than we anticipated, so you dont have to be scared and put your mind at ease."I felt my heart skip a beat, he keeps making me happy and scaring me at the same time . "What does that mean?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Dr. Aaron’s expression softened. "It means she’ll need ongoing care—more treatmen
EMMA POVRobert took it, glanced at the digits, then looked back at her. “This isn’t enough,” he said, keeping his tone even. “I don’t need just a number, Natalie. I want to know where she is. Where she’s living. I want more, I cant just give her a call, she is going to reject my calls or block my number.”Natalie bit her lip, her fingers resuming their nervous clicking. “It’s… complicated,” she mumbled, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know exactly where she is. She moves around a lot, and she’s been keeping low profile besides her mother is sick, so please I will suggest that you bother her no more.”Robert’s jaw tightened, but he kept his frustration in check. He could sense something off about Natalie, the way she was withholding information, dangling it just out of reach. Still, he knew he had to play this carefully.“I get it,” Robert said, leaning forward, his voice soft but firm. “It’s not easy. But you need to help me out here, Natalie. You want the money, don’t you?”Her eyes fli
ROBERT POVIt was early in the morning, Robert's gaze drifted to the clock on his mantle. 7:07 AM. He should be at work, but today was different.The doorbell pierced the morning calm. Robert's heart sank as he approached the entrance."Carolyn," he said flatly, looking so surprised, he hadn't expected her to bring the kids over so early, he opened the door.Carolyn's bright smile faltered for an instant before she recovered. "Robert, darling! I hope I'm not interrupting anything."Robert's expression remained neutral. "Nothing…What brings you here?"Carolyn's eyes sparkled with calculation. "The kids missed you, and I'm exhausted. I need a break."Robert's scepticism grew. "Suddenly, they miss me? Isn't it too early?"Carolyn's laughter was forced. "Oh, Robert, you're being dramatic. Let me bring them in."As Carolyn ushered in their two children, Alexander, Mia and Ethan, Robert's resolve wavered. He hadn't seen them in years."Hey, kiddo!" Robert exclaimed, scooping up Ethan.Mia c
EMMA POVA few days after my mom was discharged from the hospital, I moved her into a new apartment, just so she could have a new life and quick recovery. She was so curious about how I had managed to afford it, but I had been dodging her questions. Now that we were settled in, she seemed more determined than ever to get an answer out of me."I am going to ask you again, Emma—how did you get the money? This is a huge apartment" Her voice was firm, the same tone she used when I was a child and she demanded the truth.I sighed deeply, the exhaustion weighing down on me like a boulder. "Mom, why does it matter where the money came from? The important thing is that you’re okay now, that you're healthy. Do you even realize how much I had to spend on your surgery? On the hospital bed, the oxygen while you were in that coma? The medications, everything—it wasn’t cheap, just so you know mom, and I didn’t have time to think about anything else except saving your life.”I could feel my voice ri
The air in the car was thick with an unspoken tension, one that had grown since Alexander and Mia had received the call earlier that day. They had been in the midst of their normal routines when Robert, with a steady voice, had informed them that it was time. Time to visit their mother. Time to hear the truth.The truth.Both of them had lived with the quiet discomfort of knowing something wasn’t quite right for years, but they had never dared to look closer. Now, the call had come, and there was no turning back. They were going to face their mother, and they knew—on some level—that this visit would shatter whatever image they had left of her.Alexander, the eldest daughter, sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. His eyes were tired, his face drawn, and though he was only in his early twenties, the weight of the last few months had aged him. Mia, the middle daughter, sat in the back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was fifteen, but there was a maturity to her
The sound of Emma's breath was ragged, shallow, as she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists. Her mind was racing, frantic with the knowledge that she had been trapped once again. The tightness in her chest had nothing to do with the rope, but everything to do with the realization that she had been caught in a web so tangled, so insidious, she had no idea how to escape.It had started as a day like any other. After hearing the news of Natalie’s death, Emma had tried to move on. Tried to believe that the worst was behind her, that the nightmare of manipulation, lies, and fear was finally over. But in a twisted turn of fate, the very thing she had hoped for had become her worst fear.She had thought they were free. But they were far from it.The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse, and Emma's heart skipped a beat. She barely had time to react before the door to the room opened. Standing there was James, his eyes cold, calculating."So, we meet again," he sa
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Ava's apartment, casting a golden hue on the empty space. It should have been peaceful—a quiet, calm morning. But for Ava, it felt anything but. The air was thick with the weight of the news that had reached her just before dawn.She sat in front of the TV, her eyes glued to the screen as the anchor’s voice filled the room, the words she never thought she would hear reverberating in her mind.“...police have confirmed the death of Natalie Carmichael, 32, found in her apartment under suspicious circumstances. Sources say her death appears to be the result of foul play, and the investigation is ongoing.”The words barely reached her as Ava's gaze flickered to the coffee table where her phone lay, still buzzing with missed calls. The message was clear, but Ava couldn't quite absorb it. Natalie—dead. Ava felt a numbness settle over her, like someone had placed a heavy blanket over her chest. She closed her eyes, trying to make sens
The low hum of the city beyond Natalie’s window did nothing to calm her nerves. The pale glow of her desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, but they did little to chase away the tension that had been building in her chest all day. She had been expecting this. She had known it would come to this. But still, as she stared at the laptop in front of her, a sinking feeling twisted in her stomach.The truth was, she had always known the day would come when her little game would be exposed. She had built it carefully, piece by piece, all the while knowing the stakes were high. The laptop, with all of Carolyn’s secrets in her hands, was her lifeline. Every file, every detail, was carefully documented. Carolyn’s darkest fears, her hidden truths—they were all there. And Natalie had been holding onto them, knowing they would give her leverage when the time came.But now, she wasn’t so sure. Now, she felt more like a prisoner than a player in this twisted game. And that fear was growing wit
The dim light of the café flickered slightly as Carolyn sat at a corner booth, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of her coffee cup. She had arrived early, more out of habit than necessity. She needed time to think, time to prepare. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation she’d overheard between Emma and Ava. There was something off about Ava—something dark beneath the surface. Carolyn couldn't shake the feeling that Ava had known more than she was letting on. And that unsettling thought had led her here, to this meeting with Natalie.It had taken Carolyn days to arrange it. The plan was simple: give Natalie the money she had promised, ask her what she knew, and—if the time came—take the steps necessary to protect herself. But even as she sat there, waiting, she wasn’t sure which version of herself would show up in the end. The woman who was still clinging to the hope of a happy, intact family, or the one who had begun to realize how deep the betrayal ran.Carolyn glan
The soft light of dusk filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. Emma sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as though trying to hold herself together. The silence of the house felt suffocating, like a heavy blanket that pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe. The words the doctor had said kept echoing in her mind, each syllable a sharp reminder of the pain that had settled deep inside her, the loss that she couldn’t yet process, let alone accept.The doctor’s voice had been gentle, kind even, but the truth was still there, unspoken, hanging in the air between them. She would never be able to carry another child. The miscarriage had left scars deeper than she could explain, but it was the doctor’s words that had truly shattered her—words that spoke of a future that now seemed barren and empty. She would never experience the joy of a new life growing inside her, the miracle of childbirth. The thought h
The silence that followed Robert’s departure seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating. Alexander could hear the sound of her own breath, shallow and uneven, as though the weight of the moment was slowly crushing her from the inside out. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Robert, her father, had turned away from her. He hadn’t even tried to understand. Instead, he had dismissed her, as if her words meant nothing, as if all the suspicion and doubt she felt were just the ramblings of an overreacting child.Carolyn stood beside her, a steady presence in the storm of emotions swirling in the room. Her mother’s touch on her shoulder was comforting, but it couldn’t quell the gnawing feeling of betrayal that had settled deep within her.“He’s not listening, Mom,” Alexander whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt the tears prickling at the edges of her eyes but refused to let them fall. She had no room for weakness right now. “He doesn’t believe me.”Carolyn said nothin
The house was quiet, too quiet. The air in the living room felt heavy, thick with the tension that had followed Ava’s abrupt exit. The muffled sound of footsteps moving from one room to another only served to amplify the silence, until Alexander was sure she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat. Carolyn sat across from her, still looking as though she were processing the events of the last few minutes. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the weight of suspicion and the terrifying unknown pressing in from all sides.She couldn’t shake the image of Ava’s face when she had asked her the question. The way Ava had looked at her, that brief flicker of panic, that brief hesitation, followed by the hard, impenetrable defense. It had all felt wrong, as if Ava were hiding something—no, concealing something. The more Alexander thought about it, the more it made sense. Ava’s insistence that she hadn’t done anything, the way she had tried to brush off Alexander’s accusations as if th
___The walls of the room felt impossibly close, pressing in around Alexander like a vise. Her heart raced, her mind spiraling, as the weight of what she had witnessed in the kitchen gnawed at her relentlessly. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t imagining things. She knew what she saw. Ava had done something—something that had caused Emma’s miscarriage. She could feel it in her bones, a deep, unsettling certainty that wouldn’t let go.But now, sitting across from Ava, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Ava had denied everything when she asked, had brushed off her questions with a calmness that only made Alexander more suspicious. Ava’s voice was smooth, too smooth, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as Alexander. The words that tumbled from her mouth were rehearsed, practiced—nothing but smoke and mirrors."I didn’t do anything, Alex," Ava said again, her voice soft but firm. "I’m not sure what you think you saw, but there was nothing in that chicken. I just added a little rosemary,