CHAPTER THREE
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You might be wondering what a girl like me is doing with her life.
Well, my name is Chloe. I’ve been taking care of my little brother since I was sixteen. I’m currently eighteen. I work part-time jobs and other low-status work just to survive.
Last year, my brother Tim got sick. His illness felt like never-ending pain. No medication worked, and in the end we had to choose surgery.
But surgery was expensive.
The operation cost ninety thousand dollars, and I didn’t have that kind of money. Still, I couldn’t just sit back and watch my brother die.
That’s when I heard about Morty a local gangster who sometimes lends money to desperate people.
I took a loan from him to save my brother’s life.
But the amount was huge, and I couldn’t repay it within the promised time. I worked several part-time jobs, pushing myself without even caring about my own health.
But it was never enough.
Recently, I finally got a job at a five-star hotel. It paid much better, and I thought I could repay Morty in installments. After a lot of convincing, he agreed.
But then my bad luck struck again.
I lost my job.
My only hope disappeared… and it was all because of Anderson Black.
If I can just get the money from him, I can pay Morty back and finally live peacefully.
I soon arrive at a tall glass building surrounded by several skyscrapers many of them owned by Anderson Black.
The building I enter has the letters AB shining proudly at its center.
I walk to the reception desk and lower my voice so others won’t hear me. After all, what I’m doing is extremely dangerous.
“I’m here to meet Mr. Anderson Black,” I whisper.
The receptionist looks at me with disdain.
“Not everyone can meet him, miss. He isn’t some random person. Do you even know who he is?” she mocks.
“You can call him and confirm,” I whisper again.
She studies me for a moment before picking up the phone. After a brief conversation, she hangs up and looks back at me.
“Boss has allowed you in. You can go now,” she says coldly, clearly annoyed that someone like me was permitted to enter.
Strange.
I step into the elevator and my eyes widen when I see that the building has one hundred floors.
I press 100, just as the receptionist instructed. Apparently, the boss stays on the top floor.
My heart pounds nervously as the elevator rises.
Finally, the doors open.
My legs feel weak as I walk forward, keeping my head down. I’m too nervous to even notice the luxurious interior around me.
Ahead of me stand two massive golden doors with the letters AB engraved into the expensive wood.
Before I can knock, the doors slide open automatically.
Inside, Anderson Black sits behind a massive desk like a king on his throne.
Rich. Powerful. Untouchable.
Standing before him, I feel incredibly small.
His presence alone is overwhelming.
God… why does this man affect me like this?
“The waitress?” he asks in his deep voice.
I simply nod.
He smirks and gestures for me to sit.
The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl, as if he’s already imagined a hundred different ways to destroy me.
“So, where’s the video?” he asks.
I take out my phone and show it to him. He watches it carefully, his expression strangely calm.
While I’m practically losing my mind, he doesn’t look tense at all.
“So tell me,” he says casually, “is this your first time doing this? Blackmailing someone for money?”
“No,” I lie confidently. “I’ve done it many times.”
“Interesting,” he replies with a grin. “You enjoy targeting rich men, don’t you?”
“Enough. Just give me the money and I’ll delete the video. I don’t want to answer your questions,” I snap.
Suddenly he stands up.
Slowly, he walks toward me, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“I know this is your first time,” he whispers. “Someone experienced wouldn’t be stupid enough to come to my office.”
Before I can react, he pushes me back into the chair and snaps handcuffs around my wrists, locking them to the armrest.
“What what is this? Uncuff me right now!” I shout.
Anderson Black simply laughs.
Not a pleasant laugh.
This one is cold and cruel.
“The police will be arriving soon,” he says calmly as he walks back to his chair. “I have all the proof, including your confession. In short… you’re screwed.”
“You said you’d give me the money!”
“I lied,” he replies casually.
Tears spill down my face as I lower my head.
What will happen to Tim?
Morty will hurt him.
I can’t go to prison.
“Why the tears now, love?” Anderson taunts. “You shouldn’t have tried to defame or blackmail me.”
“Please don’t send me to prison,” I beg desperately. “I really needed money. I didn’t think things through.”
“You committed a serious crime,” he says. “I wonder how many years you’ll get. Maybe ten. But with my influence, I could make it life.”
I start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Maybe we can… solve this another way,” I say weakly.
“Oh?” he says, suddenly interested. “And what do you have to offer?”
The truth is… nothing.
I have no money. Nothing valuable.
“I… I can cook,” I say awkwardly. “You look like someone who needs homemade meals.”
Even I can’t believe I just said that.
“Very funny,” he replies dryly. “Anything else?”
“No,” I whisper helplessly. “I’m poor. What could someone like me possibly offer someone like you?”
“Nothing,” he says calmly. “But there’s always one thing a woman can offer a man…”
He walks closer until I can feel his breath against my neck.
“Be my mistress,” he whispers.
“No!” I shout immediately.
“Then prison it is,” he says cheerfully.
He returns to his desk and continues working as if nothing happened, leaving me sitting there handcuffed, staring at my uncertain future.
Do it for Tim, Chloe.
Just close your eyes and say it.
“Fine… I’ll do it,” I whisper. “I’ll be your mistress.”
“Good,” he says calmly, sliding a stack of papers toward me.
“Sign here.”
As I stare at the documents, a chilling realization hits me.
He planned this from the moment I blackmailed him… didn’t he?
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