My Husband’s Boss, My Hero

“STRIP!” A booming voice thundered from the VIP lounge. The speaker was a bald, pot-bellied man struggling to squeeze his bulky frame into a tailored suit. He bit down on his cigar, his face twisted with filthy lust as his hungry eyes roamed Amanda’s body. Amanda circled the edge of the pool at the center of the stage. Every trembling step felt heavier than the last, but she had no choice but to obey. When the man showered the stage with another thick stack of cash, she was forced to make her movements even more seductive. The romantic melody echoed throughout the room, its rhythm clashing mercilessly against every frayed nerve in Amanda’s body. This was no ordinary nightclub. It was an underground den reserved for men whose cruelty ran deeper than their limitless wealth. “Quit wasting our time!” the old man bellowed. “Take that damn thing off! I didn’t throw all that money just to watch you dance! Strip!” The crowd erupted into whistles, laughter, and crude shouts. “Come on!” “Show us everything!” “Don’t be shy, sweetheart!” “That’s what we’re paying for!” At the center of the stage, Amanda continued dancing. She wore nothing but a piece of sheer red lingerie that barely covered her body. A mask concealed her face, leaving only her crimson lips visible beneath the dazzling lights. The old man hurled another thick bundle of cash. The bills scattered across the stage, landing at Amanda’s feet. Amanda froze. Her vision blurred as she fought back a heavy wave of tears. She stared at the money scattered before her money that would never belong to her, but to the monster waiting in the shadows. She refused to strip. The thin red lingerie remained wrapped around her body, the last fragile barrier protecting what little dignity she still had. The old man’s patience snapped. “You stubborn b***h!” he roared as he lurched toward the stage. “If I paid enough, you don’t get to say no!” Before he could reach the steps, two massive bouncers stepped in front of him, blocking his way like solid walls. The old man cursed under his breath before retreating to his seat, glaring at Amanda with burning frustration. Her entire body trembled, not only from the cold, but from the crushing humiliation surrounding her. Then she looked toward the side of the room. Her heart nearly stopped. Standing there was her handler. Mario, her own husband. He’s laining against the wall, Mario lazily puffed on a cigarette while spinning a handgun around his finger. Many wealthy men had already offered millions to buy Amanda. Every one of them wanted to own her completely, but Mario always demanded more. Because Amanda was still a virgin, Mario treated every performance as an auction preview. He deliberately paraded her before wealthy predators, letting them crave what they couldn’t have, hoping someone would eventually offer a fortune beyond imagination. The music continued. Amanda kept dancing. Mario watched from the darkness with a greedy grin, waiting for someone desperate enough to meet his outrageous price. But just like every night before… no one did. After another endless night of humiliation, Amanda hurried off the stage. She had barely taken a step toward the dressing room when Mario grabbed her arm so violently that she cried out in pain. “You worthless b***h!” Mario snarled, digging his fingers into her flesh. “You had one damn job! All you had to do was take that thing off!” “M-Mario… you’re hurting me…” Amanda whispered, struggling to hold back her tears. Mario tightened his grip even harder. “If you weren’t so damn stubborn, one of those filthy old bastards would’ve paid exactly what I wanted! Do you know how much money you cost me tonight?” Amanda lowered her head without saying a word. Mario raised the gun, preparing to smash it across her face. Suddenly…a powerful hand caught his wrist. Mario froze. His vicious expression disappeared instantly, replaced by pure fear. He immediately released Amanda and bowed his head as a tall man slowly stepped out of the shadows. Alexander Fraser. The ruthless owner of the underground club. The president of the country’s largest consulting firm and Mario’s boss. “S-Sir Alex…” Mario stammered, taking several nervous steps backward. “I-I was just teaching her a lesson. She’ll do better tomorrow. I swear—” “How much?” Alexander’s calm voice cut through the room like a blade. He pulled a checkbook from inside his coat. “S-Sir… are you serious?” Without another word, Alexander uncapped a fountain pen, wrote a figure across the check, tore it out, and tossed it into Mario’s face. “Ten million.” Mario picked up the check. His eyes nearly burst from their sockets. “S-Sir… this is…” “It is more than you’ve been asking from every buyer who walked through these doors.” Alexander looked at him without the slightest hint of emotion. “Starting tonight…your wife belongs to me.” “Yes, sir. She’s all yours!” he replied without even looking at Amanda, he snatched up the check, stuffed it into his pocket, and practically ran away laughing like a madman. Amanda remained standing in the middle of the room. Trembling, broken. Her own husband had sold her for ten million. She closed her eyes. If Mario had been a monster…then surely the man who had just bought her would be even worse. Alexander slowly approached her instead of grabbing her… He quietly removed his expensive suit jacket and gently draped it over Amanda’s bare shoulders, shielding her from the hungry eyes surrounding them. “From this day forward…” His voice remained calm. Amanda slowly looked up, confusion and fear filling her tearful eyes. “You will never step onto that stage again.” “W-Why did you buy me?” she whispered. “What are you going to do to me?” Alexander held her gaze. “I didn’t buy you to possess you, Amanda. I bought you to save you.” His voice remained steady as he smiled at her. “And you’ll only be safe if you come with me.”