All Chapters of Billionaire Falls for Prostitute: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mirabella's pov For the past few days, my life has been a blur of bright lights, blaring music, and a constant sway of my body against the pole. People often say that when you keep doing something you never wanted to, eventually, it stops bothering you. That’s exactly what happened to me. At Helena’s order, I was thrown into the role of a stripper, forced to make myself "useful" until Jay returned. But surprisingly, I didn’t hate it—at least not anymore. No one had touched me, no one had harassed me, and in these few days, I started to learn things about myself. Strange, confusing things about my body, about desire, and even about kinks I never knew existed. I was starting to enjoy it.The men—disgusting as they were—were kept at bay by the VVIP guards, especially when a few of them got too bold. But still, they could not keep their eyes off me. Money rained down on me like I was some sort of goddess they worshipped, claiming my moves drove them wild, made them horny, and even led

Jayden's povToday was a good day. A few hours before Zayn called to tell me he had captured the person responsible for Ariana’s accident, he had given me the news that the hospital called—they said Ariana had woken up.Now, here I was, walking into a hidden, abandoned building on the outskirts of the city—the kind of place where people like the culprit are dealt with.Zayn was already there, waiting.The guy was chained to the wall.I had already made up my mind about his fate. It would not be as brutal as I originally planned, thanks to the excitement of seeing Ariana awake after so long. I was only here to find out why he caused the accident and if someone else had given the orders. If not, I would have ordered Zayn to carry out the punishment.“You said he’s one of her bosses, right?” I asked Zayn, taking off my glasses and slipping them into my pocket.He nodded in affirmation. "Okay. Let the interrogation begin," I ordered him.He nodded and dumped a bucket of water on the guy’

Mirabella's pov"You slut, do you really know what you are getting yourself into with this request?" Jay asked me while smirking as I pulled the skimpy gown over my body, my mind still spinning from what had just happened between us—the toe-curling sex.After the sex, I had told him what Lucy had advised me—the only way to escape this hell.***Flashback***"Didn't you say he ordered that no one touch you until he finally fucked you?" she had asked, her voice low as we spoke quietly in the hallway to our respective rooms after a long day of swinging our bodies on poles to satisfy the perverts' sexual desires.She was also a stripper, but in the VIP section.That day in the restroom, she had told me the brutal truth: the only way people like us ever got out was through the quarterly auctions, where we were sold to some rich pervert. It was a sick and twisted system, but it was the only ‘freedom’ people like us could hope for.Since then, we had become close, or at least as close as two

Mirabella's pov The day had arrived—the day the club’s products as we were called would be paraded like cattle and sold to the highest bidder. I stood among them, heart pounding as I tried to hold onto the sliver of hope that Jay would come through for me, just as he promised. My entire fate hinged on it. I didn’t even know if I was being put up for auction because of him or if something else was at play. Lucy had told me only girls who had been here for at least six months were sold, but here I was, barely three months in, and about to be auctioned off. The uncertainty gnawed at me, but it was all I had left—a desperate hope that he would be my savior.The hall was dimly lit, but I could see them clearly—the buyers. They were scattered across the seats below, their eyes fixed hungrily on us like predators. I felt their lecherous stares crawl over my skin. "They are not even ashamed of this,” I hissed under my breath, eyes narrowing in disgust by how brazen they were. There wasn’t

Mirabella's povAs soon as we pulled up to Jay's mansion, I couldn't help but take in just how rich he really was. Everything about the place screamed wealth, and it made sense how someone like him could make the kind of orders that got me out of the Aphrodite Club. Zayn, who said he was Jayden’s personal assistant, had driven me to this massive, stunning house."Hello," a woman in an apron who looked like the maid, greeted us as we stepped inside. "You must be the lady of the house," she said with a smile.I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. "Lady of the house?" I chuckled, but I nodded anyway."You're welcome. Shall we head to your room now?" She asked me, still beaming in smiles after we had introduced ourselves to each other.Excitement had been running through me the moment I stepped outside the club. It hadn’t faded, and I felt even more at ease after Eunice’s warm welcome. Her hospitality felt like a sign that I was finally accepted, free from that nightmare.After she men