All Chapters of The Contracted Stripper : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ivy's heart raced as she stepped out of the car at the hotel where she was supposed to meet her anonymous date. Her dress clung to her figure, making her look every bit the part she needed to play, but inside, she was anxious. The recorder taped to her inner dress was secure, and she had made sure to give Ryan and Luca the address earlier. Still, nothing could shake the sense of danger hovering over the night.As she entered the hotel lobby, she scanned the room, searching for any signs of her contact. She spotted him leaning casually against the wall, a young bald man who looked neither familiar nor particularly friendly. There was something about his body language that put Ivy on; perhaps it was the way he was scanning the crowd with too much intent or the sharpness in his eyes as they zeroed in on her."Ivy?" he asked, his voice low and rough as he walked up to her."Yes," she replied with a nod, keeping her tone neutral."You look... different from your pictures." His brow furro

Ryan’s face was stone cold as he held the sharp instrument just inches away from the bald man’s ear. The man’s screams echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, but Ryan showed no emotion, no hesitation. His hand was steady, his eyes dark and calculating. The scent of blood filled the air as the bald man’s desperation grew.Luca watched silently, his arms crossed over his chest, ready to step in if Ryan needed him. He knew exactly what Ryan was doing—pushing the man to his breaking point. Torture was a last resort, but when dealing with someone who wouldn’t speak, it became necessary.As Ryan’s grip tightened on the bald man’s ear, the man finally broke."I’ll talk! I’ll talk!" the man screamed, his voice hoarse from the pain. "The pregnant lady’s name is Iris!"Ryan’s hand froze mid-air, his heart skipping a beat. The name Iris sent a chill down his spine. He had suspected it, but hearing it confirmed shook him to his core."Iris?" Ryan repeated, his voice low and dangerous. The bald

Iris blinked several times as her vision slowly came into focus, the haze in her eyes gradually clearing. She could see familiar figures hovering around her bed, their faces tense with concern. She struggled to piece together the fragments of her memory, and then it hit her—Ryan.“Ryan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ryan, who had been pacing at the foot of her bed, immediately rushed to her side. His heart raced as he took her hand gently, gazing into her eyes with a mixture of relief and anxiety."Hey, honey. How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice laced with worry. Iris's brows furrowed in confusion. “What happened, Ryan? Where am I?” She glanced around the sterile white hospital room. "Where's our baby?.”Ryan froze, his hand still clasping hers. "Our baby?" he asked, his voice faltering. He didn’t know what she meant.“Yes,” Iris nodded weakly, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. “She took her away from me.”Ryan leaned closer, his eyes narrowing with

Mrs. Rose paced anxiously around the hospital room, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor. She glanced at her watch for the hundredth time, her impatience growing by the second. Where were Ivy and Ryan? What were they up to? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open. She turned swiftly, only to see Ryan step into the room, followed closely by Ivy. Relief washed over her for a split second, but it quickly faded as she saw the grim looks on their faces. Something was wrong.“Where have you two been?” Mrs. Rose demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”Ryan didn’t respond immediately. His face was hard, his jaw clenched. Ivy, too, seemed distant, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she couldn’t bear to meet her mother’s gaze.Before Mrs. Rose could demand answers, a weak cough sounded from the hospital bed. Her husband, Mr. Kendrick, had woken up. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, his eyes filled with anger and betray

The silence that followed Mr. Kendrick's confession was deafening. Everyone in the room seemed frozen, processing the weight of his words. Mrs. Rose’s face was a mixture of shock and rage, her hands trembling as she gripped the back of a chair for support. Ryan and Ivy exchanged uneasy glances, while Jessica stood still, her expression unreadable, though her eyes glistened with the pain of memories that had long since scarred her.Kendrick took a deep breath, his voice thick with regret as he continued. "I was in love with Jessica," he admitted, his eyes locked on the floor as if unable to meet anyone’s gaze. "We were both so young, and I couldn't resist her. But I was already married to Rose. There was no way I could marry Jessica. I was the heir to the Kendrick family fortune, and it would have been a scandal—a disgrace—to have an affair and a child out of wedlock."Rose scoffed, her voice laced with venom. "So instead, you chose to keep me in the dark and raise the child of your