Chapter 1593: Bar Hostess

An hour had passed. Aubree lay on the bed, numb and tearful, her body covered in hickeys. The man lay beside her, naked and smug.

"I have to say," he began, "this young lady is different from the prostitutes I've slept with. She's so fair and flawless, and even smells great. It would be a shame to sleep with her only once."

He sat up and turned to face her. Aubree met his gaze with a hateful glare, her face streaked with tears. She wished she could tear him apart.

"Don't give me that look," he sneered. "You won't be marrying into a rich family anymore, so why not let me take advantage of you? You're alone in a foreign country, and I'm the only one who can help. I can even make sure you're well-fed if you're good."

Aubree turned away, tightening her grip on the covers. His touch, reaching under the covers, only fueled her disgust, but she was too weak to fight back. Her resistance seemed little more than a pretense.

Minutes later, he forced himself on her again. Aubree bit her lip to stifle a moan, her lips bleeding by the time he finished.

He sneered, forcing her mouth open. "You're not bad, just a little feisty. I'll just need to get someone to train you, and I'm sure we'll get a good price," he commented callously.

Aubree's face paled. "Shut up, you bastard! You'd better pray I don't make a comeback one day, or else I won't let you off!"

He shrugged indifferently, highlighting her precarious situation. "You should worry about yourself. You won't have a cent left after paying your debts. And contacting your family in Chanaea is impossible; the Farwells are watching you. Even with a fake identity, you'll barely earn enough to buy a tenth of your bag as a server."

His words hit hard. The thought of a broke life was unbearable.

"I have an idea to help you make more money—tens of thousands a month," he drawled.

Aubree turned to him, willing to listen.

"Become a bar hostess," he continued. "With your beauty, the tips alone could earn you tens of thousands. I'll ensure your safety. You just pay me one-tenth of your earnings. What do you think?"

A bar hostess? Humiliation and disgust washed over her.

He got off the bed, a satisfied smile on his face, heading for the bathroom. "This is your only chance to make good money. Who knows, you might even find a sugar daddy! You've already slept with me; there's not much difference."

Aubree stared at him with cold determination. "Fine. I'll do it!"

She knew what awaited her, but survival was paramount. Revenge would come later.