All Chapters of The Contracted Stripper : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As she lay there, feeling both numb and raw, one thing became clear, she needed to reclaim her strength, to fight back against the circumstances that had trapped her. And she would start tonight, no matter the cost…..Ryan left for the office,His father had call him at the right time, providing a much-needed distraction from the iris.The image of Iris's face, with a mix of fear and contempt flashed in his mind, there was something about Iris that interest him, something that he couldn't quite place his hands on.Today, he was to be introduced to the new staff members and handle several critical contracts and proposals. The prospect of fresh faces in the office, particularly the rumored pretty new hires, added a layer of excitement to his day.He finally arrived at The Kendrick Empire, his chauffeur got down and opened the door for him, stepping into the glorious Empire, a reputable firm built on hard work, resilience, dedication and consistency. Owned by generation before Ryan and no

As she finished, she stood there, breathless and exposed, waiting for his response. Ryan walked over, his gaze intense."You did well," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "But remember, this is only the beginning. We have an agreement, and I expect you to fulfill your part."Iris nodded, her eyes downcast. "I understand."“What about my proposal, is it a yes or a problem?” he asked, looking at the iris from head to toe.“I will do it on one condition,” she spoke softly.“You are still giving me conditions”? Ryan barked, tightening the fist he had made.“ Let's hear it,” he spoke calmly this time.“I will still have access to the child after the contract is over, I want to still be a part of his life.”“That won't be a problem, as long as you don't act smart”. He replied.Iris gave a polite nod as Ryan's fingers brushed her cheek, a touch that sent shivers down her spine. "Good. Now, go to bed.The following morning, Ryan left for the office early. The Kendrick Empire weighed heav

“I see everyone’s here,” he said, taking his seat at the head of the table. “Let’s eat.”They ate breakfast silently, only the sound of clinking cutlery could be heard. Iris could feel the weight of their gazes on her, judging, measuring, finding her wanting. She picked at her food, her appetite nowhere to be found. After breakfast, Ryan stood up abruptly. “Iris, I need to talk to you.”She followed him into his study, a room filled with dark wood and leather, exuding power and wealth. Ryan closed the door behind them and turned to face her.“What do you want to talk about?” Iris asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This…arrangement we have. It’s not working.”Iris’s heart sank. “What do you mean?”“I mean, you need to play your part better,” Ryan said, his tone harsh.“My father is watching us closely, and you’re not convincing anyone that this marriage is real.”Iris felt a surge of anger. “How can I, when you treat me like this? Yo

I’ll be back before Ryan gets home.”Sarah looked slightly worried but didn’t press the matter. “Just let me know if you need anything, ma’am.” After breakfast, Iris dressed casually in jeans and a simple top.She didn’t want to raise any suspicions, especially not with her mother. As she stepped out of the mansion, the cool morning air felt refreshing. She stopped a cab and gave the driver her mother’s address.The familiar sights of her old neighborhood brought a sense of comfort. The modest houses, the friendly faces, it was a stark contrast to the grandeur and isolation of her current life. When the cab pulled up in front of her mother’s house, Iris felt a pang of remorse .She knocked on the door, and it was opened by her best friend, Skylar , who still lived nearby and often helped out with her mother.“Iris! It’s so good to see you!” Skylar exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug.“It’s good to see you too, Skylar ,” Iris replied, smiling genuinely for the first time that day.Th

Ryan’s mind raced. He knew something was wrong. He made a few calls, mobilizing his contacts to find her at her mother's house and at the club. Hours passed with no word, and his fear and anger grew.Iris searched the abandoned house with her eyes for anything that would help her escape, her heart thumping in her chest the whole time. Her gaze settled on a loose piece of metal lying on the floor.Just as she grabbed it, one of the men noticed. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, diving at her.Iris swung the metal piece, hitting him across the face. He staggered back, giving her a moment to run. Spotting a small, dirty window high on the wall, she took a deep breath, gathering all her courage. She quietly moved towards the window, trying not to draw any attention from the second man.The piece of metal she had grabbed earlier was still clutched in her hand. Using it, she pried open the rusted latch. The window was small, but she was determined. She squeezed through, he