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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1 Selling my innocence

Aril's POV

Aril's POV “Uncle, please…I need money.” My voice trembled as I stood at the threshold of his luxury penthouse, hands clenched in front of me. “Mom and Atlas got into a car accident and they are in the hospital. They need surgery. I have no one else to turn to.” Uncle Marcus leaned against the doorframe, a crystal glass of amber liquid in hand, silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to show too much. His eyes dragged over me slowly, too slowly, and the unease in my stomach curled tighter. “Well, well. Little Aril finally comes knocking.” He stepped aside to let me in. “Come on in, then. Let’s talk.” I hesitated—every instinct in me screamed not to move—but I stepped over the threshold. I had no choice. Three years ago, my cheating father dumped us in this foreign country three years ago, he didn’t even bother to register us. No ID. No healthcare. No rights. There was only one person left to ask. Uncle Marcus. My dad's brother was the only familiar person in this strange country, but I’d also been avoiding Uncle Marcus for months for quite a different reason. Something about him made my skin crawl, the way he looked at me when he thought no one was watching. But Mom and Atlas were dying, and I couldn't think about that now. Back in his penthouse, I hovered just inside the door, arms folded tightly over my chest. The space around me gleamed—polished floors, leather furniture, and towering windows that looked out over the city skyline. “I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said quietly. He walked to the bar and poured himself another drink, not even offering me water. “That’s a lot of money, Aril. How are you going to pay me back?” He smiled at me, and everything about it made my pulse rise with trepidation. “I’ll pay you back. I’ll work extra shifts. I'll give you back your money, whatever it takes,” My voice cracked on the last word because there was still just one thing I wouldn't do. I couldn't even think about it without wanting to puke in disgust. He moved even closer, his expensive shoes silent on the marble floor. “You’ve grown up since I got here. You're eighteen now, right?” “Yes, but…” I took a step back, wanting to set more distance between us, but his smile only stretched further on his lustful gaze. My back was flattened against the door now, I had nowhere to go. All thoughts fled from my mind except for the rapid terrified beat of my heart. “Your father owes me. Years of watching over you and your mother.” His fingers drummed against my thigh, trailing upward “I never got paid what I deserved.” He leaned forward, his breath hitting my face, and I could smell the alcohol that made my stomach roil with nausea. “Maybe you can start paying me back.” His hand reached out, his fingers cold against my waist. “Uncle Marcus, please…” I tried to pull away, my disgust and hate must have shown on my face because his expression turned even more cruel “Don’t call me uncle.” His grip tightened around my waist and his other hand touched my face as he attempted to kiss me “You’re not a little girl anymore.” I pushed harder, but he was stronger. He pressed me against the door, his body trapping me. “Stop,” I whispered, my voice breaking with tears of anger and humiliation. “Please.” But he wasn’t listening. His hands were everywhere. I couldn’t breathe. I opened my mouth to scream. The slap came fast and hard, snapping my head to the side. My cheek burned with pain. “Scream and your mother and brother die,” he hissed, his face twisted with sick pleasure. “Is that what you want?” Tears streamed down my face. He smiled at them, like they made him happy. “That’s better. Much better.” His voice was soft now, gentle, which made it worse. “Your mother doesn’t need to know. Our little secret.” Something inside me snapped. I brought my knee up hard, right between his legs. I slammed his groin as hard as my strength allowed. Uncle Marcus’s face went white. Then red, his mouth opened in a loud shriek of pain. He doubled over, letting go of me and clutching himself, “You little bitch,” he gasped, his voice high and tight with pain. “You…” The rest of his words were a muffled blur. I yanked the door open and then ran. I didn’t stop running until I was blocks away, my chest burning from lack of oxygen. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, my cheek still stung where he’d hit me. I found an alley and sat down, trying to catch my breath. My wrist still ached where he’d grabbed me. I could still feel his hands on me, his breath contaminating my face. What was I going to do? Mom and Atlas were dying. I had no money. No options left, tears spilt down my cheeks hopelessly. Was this how I was going to lose the only people that mattered to me? It was already night, and the alley was less busy, I watched as people walked past, going home to their families, but mine were fighting for their lives and depending on me to save them. I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers, no missed calls. No miracles. Just my scared face looking back at me. “You look like you’re having a rough day.” A voice spoke, and I looked up, wiping my eyes quickly. A woman stood in front of me. She was well-dressed and looked to be around middle-aged. She had kind eyes, but her smile felt wrong. “I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “You sure? You look like someone who needs help.” “I don’t have money.” I pulled my knees to my chest. Why couldn’t she just go away and leave me to my grief? She laughed softly as though I had just insulted her. “I’m not asking for money. I’m offering it.” I stood up slowly, meeting her gaze. Everything within me screamed to walk away, but she just mentioned money. “What do you mean?” “I know people. Rich people.” She stepped closer, her eyes raking my figure in a way that made me feel too exposed. “People who pay very well for… companionship. I’m sure you already know that you’re a very beautiful girl,” she said, pulling out a business card and holding it between two manicured fingers. “There’s a gentleman looking for someone special. You look pure. I’m certain he’ll like you.” Then she paused, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied me more closely. “Tell me,” she said, voice lower now, almost curious. “Are you a virgin?” The question hit me like a slap. My breath caught in my throat, shame and panic twisting inside me. I didn’t answer, but she didn’t seem to need one. Her smile widened, satisfied. “I thought so,” she said smoothly. “That makes you worth even more.” I stared at the plain white card with just a phone number. “How much?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Fifty thousand. One night.” Fifty thousand. I stared at her in disbelief. This was exactly what I needed. Was this a miracle in its sickest form? “I…” I couldn’t speak, my throat was tight. “Think about it,” she said, pressing the card into my palm. “But don’t think too long. He’s only here for tonight.” One night. Fifty thousand dollars. Mom and Atlas would live. I looked at the card through my tears, the number blurring. What choice did I have? My uncle had wanted my body; it was better that I sell it to a complete stranger. No name, no complications. Everyone would simply go their separate ways. I clenched my fists and finally made up my mind. “Deal.”

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CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2 I’ll marry

Aria's POV I was ordered by the woman to put on a blindfold and lie naked on the bed. The room was dimly lit, and she told me the man would arrive soon. I was instructed not to make a sound, no matter what the man said to me. To be extra cautious, she warned me that the room was equipped with surveillance devices. She threatened me, saying I must not let the man see my face, and under no circumstances was I allowed to remove the blindfold to look at him. If she found out I had broken the rules, I wouldn’t receive a single cent—even if I had already lost my innocence. Then I heard it. Footsteps. Heavy, slow, deliberate. My heart kicked against my ribs. Every instinct screamed for me to sit up, to run, but I stayed still. The door didn’t open quietly—it slammed. The sound echoed, and then I heard his steps cross the room toward me. A moment later, the mattress dipped beneath me. A heavy body leaned over mine, pressing down. I could feel the heat of him, the weight of his presence without seeing his face. Then, in a rough, low voice, he spoke: “You can leave if you want,” he said, his voice a rasped slur. “I won’t force you.” But I couldn’t leave. Not with Mom still fighting in that hospital bed. Not with Atlas barely breathing. I didn’t answer. Instead, I raised my face in the direction of his voice and pressed my lips to his. I felt the weight of the man as he mounted me while I laid naked, sprawled on the bed, my legs parted and my heart thumping in my chest. “First time?” His deep voice fanned my neck as he whispered, his cologne almost driving me insane. I nodded softly, tears rolling down my cheeks, but suddenly, the reason for my tears changed. He dragged himself lower and he immediately sucked in a nipple. Then he kissed his way down between my legs. The wetness of his gliding tongue on my slick folds made me tremble, uncontrollable tears of pleasure running down my cheeks. I've never experienced something so euphoric. “Someone wants to come,” He teased. Wait, let's get this cock inside you first.” Nothing prepared me for the stinging pain I felt when he penetrated me. He was slow and surprisingly careful for a client, guiding me until he finally took what he wanted. After adjusting, he just went wild, fucking me aggressively like he was mad at me. I just laid there, taking everything until the pain turned into pleasure and I bit my lips tightly and swallowed all the moans. It was here. It shook me so violently as it rippled through me, igniting me, taking me to hell and back. My first orgasm. For a while the world seemed to spin and my breathing doubled abnormally. As the last of my high came down, all my problems floated to the top of my brain again, but he wasn't done with me. He flipped me over, finished my skin with hickeys especially my breasts, had me in every position until I cummed two times more, life changing ones before he finally came too. When it was over, I lay there trembling. His breathing was deep and steady—he was asleep. I slowly reached up and removed the blindfold, my hands shaking. He was turned away, his broad back outlined in the dim light. I stared, trying to memorize his shape. I just wanted a glimpse of the man who had taken my virginity. Then I heard a soft click at the door. She was here. Panic hit me. I rushed to get dressed, ignoring the pain, and hurried to the door. As soon as I opened it, I met her cold stare. She signaled me out into the hallway. “You swear you didn’t see his face?” she asked. “I swear,” I replied quietly. She studied me for a long moment, then finally tossed a black bag into my arms. “Here’s your payment.” I held the bag tight, the money I had traded my innocence for. Without a word, I walked past her and out of the hotel—headed straight for the hospital. The pain in my lower body reminded me of the unbearable night, but now I just wanted to get to the hospital quickly. It was just getting light, and the corridor was quiet. I ran to the operating room door, looking at the two stretchers on the floor, my mother and brother lying on them. My heart ached as I hadn't paid, so they hadn't been taken into the operating room. Choking back tears, I said, "I have money, I have money, please save my mother and brother..." I cried as I handed the money to the doctor, who glanced at it, had the nurse count it, and then instructed the medical staff to take my mother into the operating room. Seeing that my brother hadn't been taken in for treatment, I quickly rushed forward, grabbed the doctor, and begged, "Please save my brother too..." The doctor sighed, "I'm sorry, there's no hope for your brother..." No hope?! Everything went black before my eyes... It felt like a thunderbolt had struck me, hitting me hard on the head! Why is fate so cruel to me? Eight years ago, I was ten years old when my dad cheated on my mom and abandoned us, sending my pregnant mom and me to a foreign country where we knew no one. Later, my brother was born, and at the age of three, he was diagnosed with autism. We were already struggling to make ends meet, but a car accident still suddenly struck to us. In a foreign land where we had no family, no money, and no sympathy, I experienced what it meant to be at the end of the road. Forced into a corner, I sold myself, but still couldn't save my brother. I sat paralyzed on the ground, my heart aching as if someone was squeezing it, breathing becoming difficult. But I had to accept it, and I had to smile through it, because I still had my mom. I had already lost my brother, I couldn't lose my mom too. My mom needed me. After treatment, my mom's health improved, but upon learning of my brother's death, she completely fell apart. I held her and cried, saying, "Mom, you still have me, live well for my sake." Then in the hospital, I saw my mom often sitting by the bed lost in thought. I knew she was thinking of my brother, and if it weren't for me, she might have followed him. But seeing my mom's condition improving, I knew my efforts weren't in vain. Until one day carrying food, I walked into the hospital and as I reached the door of the ward, I heard voices inside— A voice I knew well, even after eight years, I still remembered clearly how he forced my mom to divorce him. It was my dad—Blake Monroe. “Lila, my dear brother just called me to say that my precious daughter Aril kicked him in the balls. You know what kind of hell she’ll face if I don’t step in to smooth things over… My brother’s not exactly a gentleman.” His voice was cold, business-like, with not the slightest trace of warmth, guilt, or regret. My mother’s eyes shifted from hazy to sharp as she realized what he meant. She struggled to sit up, fury burning in her weak frame. “You’ve got the nerve to bring up that monster of a brother after everything? You cheated. You dumped us here. You let that pervert touch my daughter. I swear, I’ll kill him! Tell him to come—I'll be waiting!” Blake didn’t flinch. Calmly, he pulled out a cigar and lit it like he had all the time in the world. “If you kill him, Lila, you won’t even get the chance to swing before they drag you off to a psych ward. Save your strength. Look, for old times’ sake, I’m willing to help settle this... But I’m a businessman. I don’t do charity.” “You and Mrs. Reid were like sisters. You arranged a marriage contract. Your daughter should be the one to marry…” “What do you mean, Blake Monroe?” I watched as Mom, still hurt and weak, tried to swing at him. I stood at the door, temporarily frozen. Marriage contract? Some rich family, it was an old arrangement which had somehow brought my father here, he finally remembered he had a daughter. I pushed the door open, gazing at the man who abandoned us. The man who threw us away to die. He never wanted the child my mom was pregnant with, and now he was only showing his face after Atlas was dead. It took all the hate I had accumulated for eight years as I voiced out the word, something that may change my life forever. “I’ll marry,”