Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
“Fire, fire, mom, dad, please help me.”
Her body thrashed as she screamed.
“Can somebody help me? Please help my Mom, Dad, fire.”
“You are having a nightmare," a voice murmured near Isabella's ear.The man held her in his strong arms as she trembled, her heart was beating so fast like a war drum.
“Help me,” Isabella muttered unconsciously.
“ I will help you,” The man said comforting her in his arms.
A few seconds later, she jerked up.
“What are you doing?” Isabella stared at the person holding her softly. No one had ever held her that way except her parents.
He didn't let go immediately.
“It's me Carlos, your host.”
He released her slowly and sat up.
“I'm sorry I returned very late. We had an emergency but I had to rush back when I remembered I had a guest.”
“I'm just for s*x, not your guest. Please let's get down to business,” Isabella said as she pulled down the tiny nightwear she was putting on.
Her hair was already packed up.
She went close to him and caressed his chest down to his belly and he moaned softly and asked her to stop.
“Why should I stop? Do you want to get me into trouble?”
Isabella started unbuttoning his pajamas but he held her hands away gently.
He stood up, running a hand through his hair.The curls made him look more sexy.
He picked up red wine from the table with two glasses. He poured in the wine and handed one to her.
She smirked, and gave him a warm smile.
“Okay, I know your type, you want it wild right.You want to get us drunk and make it wilder?”
He smiled and Isabella caught a glimpse of his dimples.
“I am Carlos Fernandez and you are? I'm sorry, I can't remember your name."
Isabella scoffed, “I do not mix business with pleasure, mister.”
He took a sip of the wine he poured before responding.
“I will pay you separately double of what I paid your agency.”
She narrowed her eyes, that money will solve a great deal for her.
“No way, you won't do that. You can't spend that on a prostitute, would you?”
“Drink up,” he replied.
She hesitated for a moment.
“I see you are not joking. I am Bella, not like my name means anything. I have lived most of my life in Manila. I give s*x in exchange for money.”
“You are pretty.”
Isabella rolled her eyes and was a little bit shy.
“Yeah I know.”
Carlos gave her a warm smile.
“I am a cop.”
His words nearly made her drop her glass of wine.
“No way, are you investigating my boss?”
“Ha ha, You are funny, No I'm not. I don't even know who your boss is.”
She sighed, unsure of whether to believe him or not.
Carlos leaned backwards and continued.
“How old are you?”
Isabella hesitated before replying.
“Now you are trespassing, my age has no relation with my job. I am an adult and that's all that matters.
“You look so young.”
“And you look damn young too,” she shot back .
“You sure you don't want to go into business now?” Isabella said revealing her cleavage.
She knew she had an irresistible body and this man was trying so hard to resist her charms.
“No, I will let you know when I want to.”
“Fine, let me sleep then,” she replied.
“You wanna sleep? You look like you need it. Meanwhile, I will be here to catch you if you have a nightmare again like you did before. It's past 2am already.”
Isabella froze.
Her night traumas were her secret. It started happening months after her parents death.
Rosalinda had witnessed her night traumas prior to now and she had gotten used to it.
Isabella hardly ever spent the night with her clients.The method had always been, they have s*x and she leaves.
Isabella concluded Carlos must have paid heavily to the agency to keep her until the next day.
Carlos statement got Isabella worried. Her night traumas again, what could she have said in her dream?
Adrain's apartment
You are a hag of a wife. I regret I married you every single day.”
Adrian’s voice laced with hate with his sharp gaze piercing at Sofia.
“You loser of a husband,” she shot back.
“Go ahead and divorce me, we are only married for a year and it already feels like hell.” she took a deep breath and continued.
“Adrian, divorce me, please I need a divorce. I will pay up all the money my parents owe you. You only lent them money, you have no right to use me as your debt cancellation. Let me go,I don't want to be here anymore.”
Adrian chuckled.
"I don't want to be with you either, your crazy parents couldn't pay. They already knew I was a ruthless money lender, but they still came begging.
They should have thought about that before asking for my help.”
His eyes darkened.
He continued, “And how do you really want to pay? You can't even pay your college bills anymore.
Sofia clenched her fists.
“But Adrian, you assured my parents you will train me in school from the day I became your wife.”
Sofia muttered those words crying, her voice cracked as the tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Ha,ha.”
Adrian gave a dry and mocking laugh.
“You really believed that? You think too highly of yourself.”
Sofia felt the weight of everything suffocating her. She warned her parents about Adrian. She heard a lot of terrible things about him but her dad was gravely ill and his life meant everything to her mother.The risk had to be taken for his survival.
It was rumoured that apart from Adrian being a dubious money lender, he also worked with crime lords and s*x traffickers.
She knew her life was in danger and trapped living with him and even being his wife.
She doesn't love him and would never love him. He paraded his home with all sorts of ladies and sometimes with men sexually.
Sofia was only allowed to visit her parents once every three month.
She missed Capas and wanted to return back home and to school.
Adrian never held his meetings in their house, he always had them in hotels.The nights he had s*x with her, he was always aggressive and rough. She had lived with him for over a year now and felt nothing but hate for him.
Sofia stood up and held Adrian on his shirt, fury bubbled inside her.
“You scumbag, set me free! set me free!
I'm tired of this freaking marriage.”
“I will once your family's debt is paid in full,” he said and pushed her away.
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