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PROLOGUE

ISOBEL'S POV I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running. I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing th

ONE

- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course. For once, you want to be a bad girl and dine with rich men. Enjoy luxury with a fake smile. Not that you hate it, but because you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing through their veins, and knowing you're wanted and needed does things to one's mind. It reshapes the mind to bask in the moment. It makes what's wrong become right, after all, it aids with escaping the painful truth of your tragic life. That's why I'm in a fucking club, half naked, dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hole in my heart not love, care or family can give. I pour wine on my body and swirl my head backwa

TWO

- CAMERON - Mourning. It drives someone to a lot of possibilities life can't seem to give. Gives us the need to be what we aren't and wonder what it would be like if positions were reversed. If I had the chance to go back in time to change things, I would. Unfortunately, mourning is something I'm well accustomed with. The disgusted look I had on my face as my eyes bore the smelly, rotting, bloody head of my father in the sack delivered to me that day replays in my head as I drown another glass of alcohol painfully down my throat. Anchester, my very close acquaintance and enemy of my father, had no remorse with dismembering my father's body and delivering it to me via my request. Now I have to suffer and live with the guilt of not being there when it happened. Even after months, father’s death plagues my soul. The fall of the mighty, most feared San Su Li. I hit my hand on the counter and it makes a loud thud as the tumbler entangled between my fingers came in cont

THREE

- ISOBEL - I can't only hear my heart beat violently against my rib cage, I can feel it thumping on my chest. As I make my way back stage, I try my hardest not to drop to my knees. He was staring at me so intensely and I felt every bit of it. It took every nerve in me to hold myself from folding on that stage. Not to lie, I loved the thrill. When his eyes were on me, it was so easy to focus on just attracting him. Now that I'm far from his sight, my body is finally acting like a girl. Not to talk about the fact that I have to get ready for my last performance before going private. I really want him to be the man I go private with. "You spent quite the time on stage, Cleopatra." Leo, my manager says taking me out of my reverie. Cleopatra is my stage name. I arrived in Miami for a vacation to clear my head and I've been here for months. During my stay, a crazy suggestion to work illegally in a club popped in my mind and I followed my desire. It was worth it. Today mak

FOUR

- ISOBEL - It all happened so fast. One minute I was at the back of the stage, getting ready for my final performance then the next, I was drinking alcohol before getting on that stage. And I saw him there. This time, in the front, seated with his legs spread open and he wore a confident smile. I felt my heart beat resonate in my ears when I descried his form. I wasn't touching him, nor was my body in contact with his in any way, yet he reacted to my advancements while letting it be known to me. My head was spinning with satisfaction after the performance. That was till I was notified that I had been bought. I wasn't told by who and the suspense kills me. Now I'm making my way through the dark, expensive VIP corridor to meet him. Whoever it is. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I take a quick breath in preparation, standing in front of the black door with the room number. I don't know what lays behind this door. More like who. I stretch my hand holding the room

FIVE

- ISOBEL - My body lands on the bed with a sharp push and I gasp, feeling the the hardness of landing on my back. I got naked first. I never thought it would take this long to get a man between my legs. I never thought I'd be the first to get naked but here I am, laying flat on a bed under the prying eyes of this luscious male. Having his attention sends fires through my veins. My whole body is on fire and this is just the effect of rubbing his cock. I moan softly and feast my teeth on my bottom lip, the feel of his dick in my hand replaying in my head. I would take that in all day long. Fit it through every hole fuckable till the only thing my body gets used to is his dick. Although, just for the night. His pants drop and he climbs the bed, moving to me. My words hang in my throat. I knew this before, but not having him stand by my side blinded me, his body is huge. Way huger than mine. The stranger's hand slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. My brows crease.

SIX

* SIX MONTHS LATER * - ISOBEL - 'You're such a good girl.' The deep voice of the stranger rings in my head again. I try to shake it off. It's been months, yet, I can remember all of it like it happened yesterday. Every damn graphic experience. Every reaction. Every orgasm. Every word. I clear my throat as I parade the busy streets of the city, walking to the venue, a hotel. My friend, Nina, and I are supposed to dine together. She didn't tell me the occasion, but I sure as hell won't miss it! I sip out from the straw in my plastic cup, drinking boba tea. Correction, Nina is not just my friend, she's my only friend. My best friend. And the only one my aggressive step brother didn't chase away from me. I cover the side of my face with my hand and pass by a tattoo shop. It's a Friday night and people are everywhere, either getting wasted or occupied with one thing or the other. I throw my empty cup in a city bin. The hotel is just a few blocks away. I can't wait

SEVEN

- CAMERON - Depressed? No. More like adjusted to accompany the pain. They say time heals agony, I wonder if that will be the case for me. I'm sat at the back seat of my limo, heading to my hotel. It's been eight months since my father's passing. I've succeeded in avoiding every being in my life while pausing my own life with pubs and clubs on a daily. It was high time I did something about it. That's why I started my own business. Managing several hotels along with my father's businesses is no easy task, that I've come to know. At least tonight, I'll have my father's lawyer read his will and then I'd know which shares are mine and manage my time properly. As funny as it sounds, father loved us all and left his will for all of us. If only he showed us how much he did during his time alive... My fist clenches. If he did, maybe I would've done something to keep him alive. And if I couldn't, the pain would hit harder but maybe I wouldn't have the guilt of hating him the e

EIGHT

- ISOBEL - What is taking her so long? I'm starving. "Nina, get out of the bathroom!" I yell from the other side of the door. She locked the bathroom. I can't freaking go in and I don't know what she's doing. "Just a minute!" She yells from behind the door. "You said that thirty minutes ago. Who on earth goes late to their own event?" I ask annoyed, rolling my eyes. "Me apparently." Nina says. I groan. Nina hasn't told me what she's celebrating nor who the mysterious person I'd meet is and I'm going crazy here. I swallow. Especially when all my mind can think of is him. I want him. Crave him. It's been months yet he's painted my mind with his finger prints. Delicious fingerprints. What I'd give to feel his lips on mine again. A gasp leaves my lips. When I woke up the morning after, he was gone. There was no trace of him nor of us ever spending the night there. Not even the scent of whiskey. If my body didn't feel the way it did, I would've thought it was a

NINE

- CAMERON - Such an unforgettable speech. Nina is quite the character. If I wasn't so occupied with disturbing thoughts, I would've eased up more. Maybe even forced a smile. I groan. With my head like this, this evening won't turn out to have much of resting. I am in desperate need to retire. My whole body craves it. I need a drink. Something to clear my head. My eyes examine the hall, searching for the bar or any waiter serving refreshments. My gaze lands somewhere. More like someone. At the other end of the hall, a lady, dressed solely to kill and attract the eyes of viewers is standing by a champagne stand. I can't see her front view, but the striking figure her dinner dress reveals from behind is more than enough reason to approach her. "Wait here." I say to my body guards and walk across the room. The last thing I want are people clinging behind me to scare the lady away. It's been a while since someone could capture this loner's attention since I've been subje

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