All Chapters of The Don’s Indebted Stripper: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OWEN"… finally, I am glad to be standing here with my mayor—Trevor, and I am sure that he would be the best thing to happen to this city." I promised them, sharing a look with Trevor, a practiced smirk on my face. He laughed, patting my shoulder.Trevor stood tall and powerful beside me, and to the crowd, Trevor was a lot bigger than I was. I was simply a billionaire fan who had several companies and made a lot of money.Trevor was the mayor, therefore, he ruled the city. They were so blind, loud and completely wrong. I did not hate it though…After the whole speech and pleasantries, I went back to my seat on the table and cooled off a bit, watching the ceremony go on.I was struggling to enjoy the party. It was not an unusual thing for me not to enjoy a party; the only unusual thing was the fact that I was bothered about not enjoying the party.Strange.I looked around for Mae a number of times, but it looked like she had left the party. Except… that was so unlike Mae. She did not h

MAEThe nightmares didn’t stop. It didn’t matter how many sleeping pills I took or how exhausted I was by the end of the day. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that bathroom, staring at Carter’s girlfriend, lifeless and broken on the tile floor. Sometimes, in the dreams, it wasn’t her—it was me, sprawled out, blood pooling beneath me. I’d wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, feeling like I’d never truly left that room. I thought the incident had not affected me that much—turned out I was so wrong.I started avoiding everyone. The girls at Casa Eleganza whispered behind my back, but I didn’t have the energy to care. They always gossiped about something—this time, it was me. I overheard snippets: "She's losing it," "She looks like a ghost," and the ever-popular, "She's gonna get herself kicked out if she keeps this up."Scar was the only one who dared to say it to my face. "Mae, you need to pull yourself together. You're going to get yourself kicked out." She told me one afterno

OWEN"Come to my room. Now." I walked towards my room without looking back to see if she was following and only stopped when I was inside, only to shut the door behind her."What happened tonight?" The question came at once, and she looked up at me as though she was confused by it. I did not like the look in her eyes. It was distant, almost like she was not here completely.If I did not already hold her in some sort of high regard, I would have concluded she was doing drugs. "From the beginning?" She asked softly, her teary eyes uncertain. "From the beginning, Mae. Sit." I ordered as I went to sit on the long couch myself. She sat beside me and started,"A guy tried to grope me at the club, and I was not in the mood for that so I ran off…" She turned to me as if to gauge my reaction but I was sure she would see nothing. I wondered when she would stop searching for these emotions—I was as nonchalant as they came.But it did not mean I was not affected by her confession… in fact, I s

OWENShe ignored me for the next few days. Just asked for her pills once and then ignored me for the entire day when I told her no. How did this woman come from being so fierce and full of life to being so numb and quiet.Her eyes were no longer the stormy greens I had gotten used to. They were now a pale replica… boring and distant.My ego and pride was holding me back from trying to engage in a proper conversation with her. In my defense, she could not exactly stand my presence.Today, I entered her room with a box containing clothes and jewelry and some shoes. Usually, I would throw a party for my birthday which would be combined with the launch of a new business normally, or showing off a new achievement.I wanted none of those tonight. Last minute, I decided I could spend the night with Mae. Marco would aim at me with his gun if he heard of this because he would definitely think I was possessed by some imposter, but every passing day, all I wanted was to be around this Mae woman

MAESaying I was embarrassed would be the understatement of the century. I really wanted to miss that dinner, but I knew if Owen really wanted me to come, he would make sure I was there even if it meant I had to be carried there, kicking and screaming.Okay, and the part I feared most was Owen walking in here and deciding to dress me up for the event. I would not even put that past him. I could not even put anything past him right now.I sighed, going through the box… I even got a makeup pack. How was he even sure I could do any makeup? Was there any rule book that stated that a painter must know how to do some makeup?I was good, but I did not do makeup as well as I painted.After around 20 minutes of doing some light makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back. It got even better when I got into the dress.The dress Owen sent was stunning, no doubt about that. It was a deep maroon red dress that hugged my figure without feeling too tight, the