All Chapters of The Contracted Stripper : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The man had grabbed her by the face, his grip bruising her delicate skin. "Aw, you wanna go home to your mummy? Well, your mummy will never see you again," he had mocked before slapping her hard across the face.Iris had fallen to the ground, her vision swimming with pain as the guards laughed. They had hauled her up, each one taking turns slapping her until she was barely conscious. Then, they dragged her back to the room and threw her onto the cold floor, her head striking the iron bar she had used to attack the guard.They had tied her up again, this time more securely, and left her there to bleed and cry. But then, Iris had felt something else- a warm, sticky wetness between her legs. She had looked down and seen blood seeping through her clothes, and panic had gripped her."No, no, no... my baby... somebody helps!Please, help me!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with terror.The guards had rushed in, their eyes widening at the sight of her bleeding. They had quickly called for he

Back in the waiting area, Ivy paced nervously. She had just arrived, and the sight of her parents in such vulnerable states was terrifying. She hadn’t seen Ryan yet, and the thought of her brother lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life, made her stomach churn.Suddenly, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out, expecting another message from Luca about the investors, but instead, it was a text from an unknown number.Ivy, the truth is closer than you think. Meet me at the hospital chapel. Now. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message. What truth? Who could be sending this? Curiosity and fear mingled as she hesitated for a moment, then made her way to the chapel.When she arrived, she found the chapel dimly lit, with a single figure sitting in one of the pews. As she approached, the figure turned, revealing the same rugged man who had confronted Ryan at the warehouse.“You…” Ivy gasped, her heart racing. The man nodded, his expression grave. “It’s time

Mrs. Rose swallowed hard, fear tightening in her chest. “Alright. I’ll be there shortly.”As she hung up the phone, Mrs. Rose’s mind raced. What could the police possibly have on her family? And why was it so urgent that she come in now, of all times? She knew she couldn’t leave Ryan’s side for long, but something in the detective’s voice told her that this was important. Very important.She stood up, smoothing out her dress, and took a deep breath. “I’ll be back soon,” she whispered to herself before heading out the door.As Mrs. Rose arrived at the police station, Detective Harris greeted her with a somber expression. He led her to a small, private room where he closed the door behind them.“Thank you for coming, Mrs. Kendrick. I know this is a difficult time for you,” he began, his tone professional yet compassionate.“Just tell me what this is about,” Mrs. Rose replied, her nerves fraying with every passing second. The detective sighed, pulling out a file from his desk. “We’ve been i

Ivy sat beside Ryan’s hospital bed after Bella left to go and rest at home, Ivy’s eyes red and swollen from days of crying. The room was eerily silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor, a sound that had become a cruel reminder of her brother’s fragile state. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Ryan’s forehead, her hands trembling. "Ryan, you have to wake up," she whispered, her voice cracking. "You’re all I have left now. Please, just...wake up."Her thoughts drifted to their father, Mr. Kendrick, who lay in a coma just a few rooms down the hall. The news of Ryan’s accident had been too much for him, and now, the two men who were her entire world were hanging on by a thread. The weight of it all was unbearable. Ivy buried her face in her hands, her body shaking with silent sobs.Mrs. Rose stood by the window, staring out into the bleak hospital courtyard. Her face was a mask of composure, but inside, she was unraveling. The empire she and her husband had

"You’re tougher than I expected," he said, taking a step closer. "But everyone has a breaking point. It's only a matter of time."Jessica’s resolve hardened. She had survived worse than this, and she would not let fear break her now. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.He crouched down in front of her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Information," he said simply. "And you’re going to give it to me."Jessica swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. "I don't know anything," she insisted, but the man shook his head."Don’t lie to me, Jessica," he warned, his tone turning cold. "I know who you are, and I know what you’ve been hiding."She felt a chill run down her spine. If he knew her true identity, then the danger was far greater than she had imagined. "Please," she whispered, "I have nothing to offer you."The man’s expression softened slightly as if he almost pitied her. "You underestimate your value, Jessica. There are people who woul