Confessions of an Elite Prostitute

Chapter 18: Delayed Revenge

I'm sitting in my room, looking out the window at bustling New York. My head is a whirlwind of thoughts, and my heart is filled with contradictions. I was preparing to take revenge on my next client, but unexpected circumstances force me to postpone my plan.

In the last few days, I find myself thinking more and more often about whether my actions are correct. Revenge is like a poison that slowly eats away at the soul, but at the same time it is my reason for existence, my goal, to which I go through the thorns.

Nevertheless, doubts are beginning to creep in. Maybe there is another way? Maybe revenge isn't worth the suffering I suffer and cause others? But in the next moment, anger and resentment wash over me again, and I am determined to finish what I started.

However, fate dictates otherwise. One day, just as I was about to start implementing my plan, I am informed that my intended client has suddenly left town. His departure is like a lightning strike that knocks the ground out from under his feet. I feel disappointed and angry, but at the same time I understand that this may be a sign from above, a call to reconsider my priorities.

As the days go by, I get more and more lost in thought. I remember my life before Dmitry's betrayal, my dreams and hopes. How everything has changed! Now I live in a world of lies, treachery and cruelty. But even in this world, I'm looking for bits of goodness and light.

Sometimes I imagine how my life might have turned out if I had made a different decision then, if I hadn't gone down this dark path. Perhaps I would have been happy, living in love and harmony. But now these dreams seem distant and unreal.

Nevertheless, I do not lose hope. I know that there may still be bright moments in my life, that I can find a path to redemption and true love. But to do that, I need to put my dark deeds behind me, give up my revenge, and start over.

But how to do this when the pain and resentment are so deeply embedded in the soul? How can I forget what they did to me? These questions haunt me, torment my soul, do not allow me to find peace.

One evening I meet Karen. Our relationship is still strained, but I feel that we need to talk, sort out our feelings and thoughts.

"Karen," I say, looking into her eyes, " I want to talk about what's going on between us. I understand that our paths have diverged, but it's important for me to let you know that I value our friendship and don't want to lose it.

Karen looks at me in disbelief, but I also see a hint of doubt in her eyes, and perhaps a desire to understand me.

"Anna," she says after a long silence, " I can't accept what you're doing. Your desire for revenge seems mad and dangerous to me. You're risking everything you have.

Her words sting me, but at the same time I know that there is some truth in them. I do risk everything for revenge, but how else? How else can I find peace and redemption?

We continue the conversation, share our thoughts and feelings. I tell Karen about my doubts and fears, how hard it is for me to go down this path, but how important it is for me to see it through. Karen listens to me carefully, sometimes nodding as if she understands, but still can't accept my position.

When we say goodbye, I feel that there is still a gap between us, but at the same time a spark of hope for reconciliation. Perhaps one day we can understand each other and become close friends again.

In the meantime, I continue to follow the events in the brothel, following the actions of Michael and Sam. Their investigations are getting closer and closer to being solved, and I can feel the danger growing with each passing day.

I try to be careful, but at the same time I don't give up on my plans. I'm teetering on the edge, trying to find a way out of this maze of contradictions and dangers.

Every day I ask myself: is revenge worth risking everything? Maybe there is another way that will allow me to find happiness and peace? But so far I don't find an answer to this question. As I continue to move forward, step by step, hoping that one day I can find a way out of this darkness and see the light again.

And yet, deep down, I know that this journey will be long and difficult, and that I will have to go through many trials before I can find what I want. But I'm ready for it. I am ready for any challenge, just to find the path to true happiness and redemption.

So I live in anticipation of changes, in constant reflection and search for answers. I try to predict the future, but I understand that ultimately everything will depend on the decisions I make in the coming days. And whether I can find the strength to give up my revenge for a new beginning.

I follow the news and rumors that are circulating in the city, and more and more often I notice references to Sam Wilson's articles. His investigations are becoming increasingly sharp and provocative, and I feel that he is getting too close to the truth about what is happening in the brothel.

The tension is growing every day. I understand that Sam is a serious threat, and his investigations can lead to unpredictable consequences for all of us. But at the same time, I can't help but admire his tenacity and ability to solve the most intricate puzzles.

One day, I find out that Sam Wilson has gained access to some documents that may reveal the secrets of the brothel. This news makes me think about how to stop him before it's too late.

I decide to gather my allies and discuss possible strategies. The meeting takes place in secret, in one of the nooks and crannies of the city, where no one can overhear us. Among those present are Elizabeth, Victor, and several other influential people interested in keeping the secret.

Elizabeth starts the conversation.— We can't let Sam Wilson reveal our secrets. His articles have already caused quite a stir, and if he publishes what he has learned, the consequences will be disastrous.

Victor nods."I agree. We need to find a way to stop him. But how? He's too careful and cunning.

I enter the conversation.— Perhaps we should find out exactly what documents fell into his hands." Then we can understand how serious a threat it poses.

Elizabeth looks at me thoughtfully.— It might be dangerous, but it's a good idea. Someone has to get into his environment and find out exactly what he found.

We spend a long time discussing possible options for action, weighing the risks and benefits. In the end, we come to the conclusion that we should try to establish contact with someone who knows Sam or his sources of information.

The next day, I start developing a plan. I study the information available to me about Sam Wilson: his habits, social circle, recent publications. I'm trying to find weaknesses that can be used to our advantage.

Soon I manage to get hold of one of his informants, a man who provides him with some information about life in New York. I meet him in a secluded bar and ask him carefully about working with Sam.

The informant is wary at first, but gradually relaxes and begins to share details. I find out that Sam did get some important documents, but it's not clear how much they might hurt us.

When I get back to my allies, I share the information I've received. We discuss possible strategies again and decide that we need to act quickly.

Meanwhile, Sam Wilson continues his investigation. His articles are becoming increasingly sharp and focused. I can feel the atmosphere in the city heating up, and I know that something serious is going to happen soon.

One morning, I learn that Sam Wilson has been found in an alley with several stab wounds. The police are opening an investigation, but I know this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Deep down, I understand that the world we live in is full of dangers and intrigues. Every step can be fatal, and every word can be the key to a new mystery. Still, I keep going, hoping that one day I can find a way out of this maze of contradictions and dangers.

But now I realize that Sam Wilson was the victim of his own persistence and curiosity. His death is a reminder of how fragile life is in this city, where the truth can cost more than gold.

I look out at the streets of New York, at the hustle and bustle, and I feel conflicting emotions fighting inside me. On the one hand, I understand that Sam's death is a necessary measure to protect our interests. On the other hand, I can't help thinking that we've crossed some invisible line beyond which there is no going back.

As the days go by, I find myself thinking more and more often that this city is changing people, making them do things they might regret later. But for now, I don't see any other way out but to keep going no matter what.

And yet, in my heart of hearts, I wonder: is power and influence worth sacrificing human lives for? Maybe there is another way that will allow you to keep a person in yourself and find true happiness?

So far, I haven't found an answer to this question. So far, my journey has been through darkness and pain, through the loss of friends and hope for a brighter future. But I keep going because I believe that one day I can find a way out of this maze of suffering and mistakes.

Although with each step, I find it harder to maintain the belief that this exit really exists.