Chapter 290: Get a Bunch of Hotties

As Caroline let her thoughts wander, that familiar craving started bubbling up again. She could feel it—she was already getting wet. It was like she’d developed a serious addiction to sex. Before she ever slept with a man, she had no idea she was like this. She remembered reading something online once, about a certain type of woman—always wet, always sensitive, always wanting it.

Caroline hated to admit it, but after everything lately, she felt like she was exactly that kind of woman—a slut. She scoffed to herself. For some reason, she felt ready to just let it all go. She’d tried to be with Frederick, but he didn’t seem interested at all. She could stand there, stripped bare, and he still wouldn’t react. But with Claire, it was different. She’d never forget the sounds she heard from outside Claire’s door. This idea weighed down her shame.

Caroline loved Frederick and desperately wanted to be with him. Should she go out and find her own fun? She wanted Frederick, but she wanted to feel good too—she wanted it all. Four years of trying, giving her all—and what did she get in return? No. From now on, she was going to live for herself. Completely for herself.

When she wanted a good time, she’d go find Zachary. No, not just Zachary—there were plenty of men out there. She could go to a bar, book a room, hell, even pay for it if she wanted to. Yeah, she’d get the young ones, the hot ones, the ones who’d sweet-talk her—ones who could keep going all night. With Zachary, it was always her putting in the work, but if she was the one paying, things would be different. She could pick and choose, get exactly what she wanted, as many as she wanted. She could get a whole bunch of hotties just to serve her. And the money? She’d get it from Frederick. No money, no loyalty—why should she have given everything to him for the last four years? She’d put in the effort, and she deserved something in return.

With that thought, Caroline cleaned herself up, got dressed, and told Zachary she was heading back to the Halfmoon Manor. Zachary knew Caroline couldn’t stay here forever—Frederick would get suspicious—so he didn’t question it. By the time Caroline got back to the Halfmoon Manor, it was already 8 p.m., and Frederick still wasn’t home. She thought about it for a moment, then picked up her phone and called him.

Over at the Kingstown Security Department, Frederick was fuming after another failed search for Claire. He’d just wrapped up a meeting where he’d vented his frustration. Back in his office, he saw his phone buzzing—it was Caroline. “What is it?” He answered, his voice cold.

“Frederick, today at school, they humiliated me. They said I have no parents, no sister, that no one loves me. They said I can’t afford anything, that I wear rags, and they pushed me and hit me.” Before, Caroline would’ve been hurt by Frederick’s tone. But today, she had one goal—to get money—so she didn’t care how he spoke to her. She started by using Anna, the perfect excuse she’d leaned on for…

“I’ll have someone send you some money.” As soon as Frederick heard her mention Anna, his demeanor softened. He promised to send her money, but before she could respond, he hung up. Caroline listened to the dial tone, feeling a pang in her chest. In the past, Frederick would’ve tried to comfort her. But now… She scoffed. Whatever. She was about to take his money and spend it on young guys. Shouldn’t she be happy about that? With that thought, she started to feel a lot better.

Frederick didn’t waste any time—within ten minutes, Caroline’s account had a hefty deposit. She counted it—one hundred and fifty dollars. Enough to keep her entertained for a while. She made a point to call someone about needing to head back to school, making sure the maid overheard. Then, cash in hand, she headed straight for Nightfall Club.

She chose that place because four years ago, it was where Anna had gotten into trouble. Caroline figured it was Frederick’s sore spot—there was no way he’d ever set foot in there. And she was right—Frederick wouldn’t come there, but that didn’t mean no one else would. Just as she walked inside, a young man, probably in his twenties, appeared around the corner.