Semua Bab Married to a Stripper: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ryan was sitting at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his trousers sharp but relaxed without a tie. He was breathing deeply, muttering curses under his breath as he read his grandfather's will for the hundredth time. I couldn’t believe it. After everything he’d done for the old man and the company, this was his payback. A forced marriage? For what? Neither he nor his father had been happy in their marriages. Why was that?He knew that his grandfather had strict beliefs and high expectations, and for the company’s good image, the person responsible had to assume an integral and well-received stance in society. But what the fuck? This isn’t the fifties.The absurdity of the idea alone made him furious, wanting to punch the wall. Ryan tried to calm himself, but all he could think about was how to fix this mess. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the window, his eyes scanning the traffic on one of the busiest streets in Chicago. His thoughts were interrupted by

Amber grabbed a towel to wipe the light sheen of sweat from her skin, tossing it onto the counter before making her way through him.He wasn’t drinking or engaging with anyone, just standing there, scanning the room like he was looking for someone. His presence didn’t sit right with her.Stopping a few feet from him, Amber crossed her arms. “You lost, pretty boy? This isn’t exactly the country club.”Ryan held her gaze, unfazed by her sarcasm. “Not lost,” he replied, his voice cool and controlled, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around them. “Just looking for someone.”Amber raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "Looking for someone? Who?" she asked, her tone a mix of skepticism and caution.Ryan paused for a moment, as if considering how much to reveal. "Amber Cole," he finally said, his eyes unwavering. "I’ve been asked to find her."Amber’s pulse quickened, and a knot tightened in her stomach. She shifted slightly, her expression unreadable, masking the su

Amber looked around, feeling desolate. She could hear the commotion coming from the trailer next door. Her neighbor had started drinking again and was taking out his anger by shouting at his wife. Amber walked to the window of her combined living room/bedroom/kitchen and saw the couple's two children standing in the street, tears in their eyes. Without hesitation, Amber slipped on her slippers, stepped out of her trailer, and went to the children."Hey, are you two okay?" Amber asked softly, crouching down to their level.The boy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Mom told us to go outside... she said we’re not allowed to be inside right now."Amber’s heart sank. "I’m sorry you have to be out here like this. You don’t deserve it."The girl, still holding her brother's hand, sniffled. "It’s scary out here. We don’t want to be alone."Amber smiled gently, trying to reassure them. "How about we go to the park at the entrance of the trailer park? It’s not much, but we can play the

Amber finished yet another routine, bending down to pick up the bills scattered across the stage. Each time, she felt more degraded by having to subject herself to this. Since Ryan's proposal and the possibility of leaving this joint, it had become increasingly difficult to do the job.During one of the breaks between shows, she walked into the dressing room, wiping the sweat from her forehead, exhausted. Megan was already there, fiddling with her phone, a sly grin on her face."Hey, Amber, how’s the show going tonight? You look like you need a drink," Megan said, leaning against the vanity.Amber sighed, sinking onto the bench, still in her stage attire. "Same as always... just the usual grind. What about you?"Megan’s eyes scanned Amber’s face as she smirked. "You know, I was thinking... there are some guys in the audience tonight. They’ve been eyeing you all night. What do you say we go out after the last show? Maybe grab a drink, or more...?"Amber frowned, her fingers playing wit

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Enough of this nonsense," he said abruptly, his tone firm but not unkind. He glanced at Amber, his jaw tight before letting out a sigh. "I’m sorry for snapping at you all the time."Amber blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor."Let’s just get this over with," he continued, his voice softer now. "Follow me to the office. We’ll go through the contract one more time."Without waiting for her response, he turned and started walking, leaving Amber no choice but to follow.Ryan’s office was compact but elegant, with dark wooden bookshelves meticulously lined with books. A large glass desk dominated the space, accompanied by a sleek black leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front. The soft glow of a modern lamp cast a warm light, contrasting with the neat stack of papers and an open laptop on the desk.Gesturing to one of the chairs, Ryan said, “Have a seat.”Amber slumped into the chair, her