All Chapters of The Contracted Stripper : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryan sighed heavily outside the door. “I didn’t mean for things to happen this way. I was drunk, but that’s no excuse. Just...please, talk to me.”“No,” she replied. “I need time. I need space.”Ryan stood there for a moment longer before walking away. Iris listened to his footsteps fade down the hallway. She felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion. How could she continue living in the same house with a man who had taken something so precious from her?She buried her face in the pillow again, the memories of her dreams haunting her. She had been so close to achieving something, to building a life she could be proud of. Now, everything felt tainted.Memories of her dreams and aspirations flashed before her eyes. "I thought life was about growing up, finishing school, getting a job, and saving enough money to open my own fashion house," she murmured. "Fashion has been my passion since I was a little girl.”Flashback*********************Years ago, Iris was a bright-eyed ten-year-ol

What kind of job is this?”Mama Peepee and Skylar exchanged glances. Skylar took a deep breath. “Iris, this is a club. A strip club. We entertain the clients.”Iris’s eyes widened in horror. “A strip club? Skylar, I can’t do this!”“You need the money, right?” Skylar said softly. “I know it’s not what you expected, but it’s good money. Enough to help your mom.”“I... I don’t know,” Iris said, her mind reeling.Mama Peepee stepped forward. “Listen, darling. It’s not easy, but it pays well. You need to be confident and know how to handle yourself. If you can do that, you’ll be fine.”Iris looked at Skylar, who nodded encouragingly. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. We can do this together.”Taking a deep breath, Iris nodded. “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”The first night was a whirlwind for Iris. Skylar helped her choose an outfit and showed her the ropes. The club was packed with wealthy clients, and the atmosphere was electric. Iris felt out of place, but she tried to push through her

Without thinking, she rushed down the stairs to help. "Luca, let me help you," she said, taking Ryan's other arm."Thanks, Iris," Luca said, relief evident in his voice. Together, they managed to get Ryan to his room, every step feeling like a thousand steps for Ryan. His head was spinning, and his whole body reeked of alcohol.They laid him on the bed, and Iris thanked Luca as he left. She looked down at Ryan, her mind swirling with a mix of frustration, anger, and pity. What had she done to deserve this?She began to take off his shoes, then his shirt and vest. As she was about to remove his wristwatch, Ryan suddenly vomited a pool of alcohol all over her.Hot tears streamed down her face as frustration and pain consumed her. Was this really what marriage was supposed to be? Was Ryan deliberately hurting her, making her suffer?She stood up and headed to the bathroom, stripping off her soiled clothes and wrapping a white towel around her body. She filled a bowl with warm water and

“Well, you’re not going to solve anything by drowning yourself in work or alcohol. You need to be honest with her, with yourself,” Luca said, his tone firm yet caring.Ryan nodded, knowing Luca was right. “I’ll try. Thanks for being here, Luca.”“Anytime, man. That’s what friends are for,” Luca replied, clapping Ryan on the shoulder.“By the way, Ryan have you noticed iris and ivy kinda look alike and have similar features?” Luca asked.“Really? I haven't noticed it or had time to look at both of them, I don't think they look alike. Maybe you are just having symptoms of face blindness” Ryan replied, giving a light laugh.“what I'm I even saying, maybe I'm just assuming things, they don't look alike right?” he asked.“No man they don't, they can't even stand each other” he said.Ivy sat on her bed, the sketchbook open on her lap. She couldn’t believe the talent Iris possessed. An idea began to form in her mind, one that made her smile with a devious gleam in her eye. If she could someh

Ryan nodded, determination hardening his features. He knew he had a long road ahead, but he was ready to take it on.Ryan sat at his desk, going over the company’s financial reports. He knew he needed to focus and prove himself, but his thoughts kept drifting to Iris. He had been so wrapped up in his own issues that he hadn’t given her the attention she deserved.He picked up his phone and dialed her number. “Iris, can we talk tonight?” he asked when she answered.“Of course,” Iris replied, surprised but hopeful. “I’ll be home.”“Great. I’ll see you then,” Ryan said, hanging up.He knew he needed to make things right with Iris, she wasn't who he thought she was, not just for the sake of his marriage but for his own growth and maturity. It was time to take responsibility and prove that he was ready to lead.Ryan returned home, his mind filled with thoughts of how to approach the conversation with Iris. He found her in the living room, waiting for him.“Hi,” he said, sitting down next t