Chapter 2:
1347 Words
“Nancy, that Ryo was having surgery is so important, yet you didn’t tell me. If I hadn’t noticed your absence at school, I wouldn’t have known. Take this money. I have very little.”
Nancy’s eyes welled up: “Naomi, thank you.”
Ryo’s body gradually recovered, but he still had to take many medications daily. After half a month, he could be discharged and return home. Nancy worked three part-time jobs during her break from school.
Time passed peacefully and warmly.
Ryo loved to paint, so after Nancy’s shift at the café ended at eight in the evening, she would go to the supermarket to buy him painting supplies. When she reached the entrance of her apartment complex, she noticed a silver car parked nearby.
She unlocked the door and entered the house.
Ryo’s face brightened upon seeing Nancy. He looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa and said sternly, “My sister is back. You should leave.”
“Ryo, your father takes you home...”
Nancy looked at the middle-aged man and recognized him as Ryo’s father.
Ryo was three years younger than Nancy, and they were not biological siblings. Ryo had been adopted by her mother after she left the Sherwood family. The man in the suit and leather shoes was Ryo’s father.
“Hello, Uncle.”
“Nancy, my business in the US is doing well now. His mother is ill and misses him dearly. I know what happened back then was our fault, but we hope to make amends. We know he loves painting, so we’ve arranged for a school in the US. His health isn’t great, and we’ve contacted a medical team there with the best conditions.”
Nancy replied, “I understand, Uncle. I’ll talk to him.”
That night, Ryo was furious: “I’m not going anywhere. Why should I go with them? Where were they when I was sick? I want to stay here with you. You said I’m your only family, and I’m not leaving.”
Nancy had thought a lot. She looked at Ryo’s handsome but frail face, holding back the tears in her eyes: “But... you’ll burden me... I don’t want to take care of you forever...”
After saying this, Nancy couldn’t face him calmly anymore. She feared she would start crying, so she ran into her bedroom and closed the door.
Of course, she wanted Ryo to stay with her, but his condition had only temporarily improved. He needed long-term treatment, which was only available in the US with better facilities.
She also believed Ryo’s father would provide him with the best environment and treatment.
Nancy tossed and turned all night. The next morning, hearing a car engine, she rushed to the window and saw the silver car from last night driving away.
Panicking, she ran outside and found a note left on the coffee table.
“Sis, I won’t burden you anymore.”
Nancy cried silently.
And there was a one-billion VND check left by Ryo’s father.
That evening, Nancy took the money and waited outside the nightclub, intending to return it to the man.
She met him here, so waiting here was her only choice.
But she never saw him.
She understood that, for someone like him, this sum was sufficient for a suit. Although he didn’t care, she did.
She had promised to repay him, so she would.
Nancy waited outside the nightclub for several days but didn’t see him. He probably didn’t frequent places like this, and their meeting was just a coincidence.
Friday night.
Nancy had just left the hospital when she received a call from a friend who had found her a part-time job: “Nancy, I have a friend who works at Koacha Club and has a date tonight. Can you fill in for her? She’ll pay you double the usual rate, one million three hundred thousand VND. Is that okay?”
“Got it.”
Nancy rushed to Koacha Club, carefully applying makeup, transforming her delicate and pure look.
From the eighth floor upwards, the rooms were all luxurious presidential suites, accessible only to Diamond members.
Nancy carried a bottle of wine, checking the room number. The shift leader told her the wine was for a male guest in room 8086, costing about one hundred and seventy million VND, and warned her to nurse it.
Knocking on the door, Nancy said, “Sir, your wine.”
The door swung open from the inside, and Nancy gasped as someone firmly grabbed her wrist. The wine bottle fell to the ground.
A sudden, hot breath enveloped her, and an intense kiss descended. Nancy struggled, but the strength difference was too great. He pinned her to the bed, rendering her unable to move.
“Help, ugh... let go...”
She hit the man’s back, suddenly opening her eyes. The man’s face was handsome, with flawless features and eyes that resembled stars. It was...
She was shocked.
It was him.
She had waited for him at the nightclub entrance countless times...
“Mister... ugh... I...” She tried to avoid his kiss, but her words were swallowed between their lips. Louis seemed unable to control the fire burning within him, and the girl beneath him was irresistibly alluring.
His voice was extremely hoarse: “Stop moving, I’ll pay you.”
That sentence stopped all of Nancy’s struggles.
She slowly closed her eyes, feeling utterly helpless and humiliated.
Louis’s consciousness was blurred as he tore her clothes, pinning her slender wrists above her head. Despite knowing it was her first time, he possessed her fiercely, as if venting all his frustrations.
Nancy bit her lip.
The pain beneath her was overwhelming...
Darkness filled her vision from the pain.
She didn’t beg for mercy, just gritted her teeth and endured.
When Louis’s consciousness became clearer, he looked into her bright, clear eyes and felt a pang. It was such pure and bright eyes! He hoarsely asked: “Tell me your name, and I’ll take responsibility for you.”
Nancy’s eyes trembled.
The next morning.
Nancy opened her eyes, feeling sore all over. She turned and saw the man sleeping beside her, only half of his handsome face visible. She softly called: “Sir...”
Reflecting on it, he appeared intoxicated and uncontrollable last night.
He didn’t recognize her, of course. She was just a nobody to him.
Nancy got up, the pain making it hard to stand. She gritted her teeth, quickly dressed, and despite the lingering scent of intimacy, she couldn’t care less. After dressing, she ran her fingers through her hair.
She looked at him, took out the check for one billion VND, and placed it in the bedside drawer. Remembering his question about her name last night, she knew it was just drunken words, but she still wrote “Nancy” on a note and left it.
She had promised to repay him.
She left the room.
Irene had heard from the assistant that Louis stayed at Koacha Club last night, so she drove there early. In Rihota City, everyone in high society knew that Irene Anderson was the only woman around Louis, and it was naturally assumed she was his girlfriend. So, the staff gave her his room key.
Irene entered the room, smelling the lingering intimacy. She saw the messy bed and a red stain on the silver-gray sheets.
She glanced at the peacefully sleeping man.
Clenching her fists in jealousy, she still smartly undressed and lay next to him. Louis, usually gentle and amiable, sometimes ruthless, was very responsible, especially with his prestigious background.
So... this was her only chance!
Her only chance to become part of the Atcentret family!
Louis opened his eyes, seeing the beautiful face of the girl in his arms. He frowned, surprised, and quickly withdrew his hand, sitting up.
His movement woke the girl. She opened her eyes, her corners reddened. She bit her lip, silently putting on her clothes, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Louis rubbed his temple: “Irene... why are you here?”
- Writer
