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Chapter 2 I’ll marry

Aria's POV
I was ordered by the woman to put on a blindfold and lie naked on the bed. The room was dimly lit, and she told me the man would arrive soon. I was instructed not to make a sound, no matter what the man said to me.
To be extra cautious, she warned me that the room was equipped with surveillance devices.
She threatened me, saying I must not let the man see my face, and under no circumstances was I allowed to remove the blindfold to look at him.
If she found out I had broken the rules, I wouldn’t receive a single cent—even if I had already lost my innocence.
Then I heard it.
Footsteps. Heavy, slow, deliberate.
My heart kicked against my ribs. Every instinct screamed for me to sit up, to run, but I stayed still.
The door didn’t open quietly—it slammed. The sound echoed, and then I heard his steps cross the room toward me.
A moment later, the mattress dipped beneath me. A heavy body leaned over mine, pressing down. I could feel the heat of him, the weight of his presence without seeing his face.
Then, in a rough, low voice, he spoke:
“You can leave if you want,” he said, his voice a rasped slur. “I won’t force you.”
But I couldn’t leave. Not with Mom still fighting in that hospital bed. Not with Atlas barely breathing.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I raised my face in the direction of his voice and pressed my lips to his.
I felt the weight of the man as he mounted me while I laid naked, sprawled on the bed, my legs parted and my heart thumping in my chest.
“First time?” His deep voice fanned my neck as he whispered, his cologne almost driving me insane.
I nodded softly, tears rolling down my cheeks, but suddenly, the reason for my tears changed. He dragged himself lower and he immediately sucked in a nipple. Then he kissed his way down between my legs.
The wetness of his gliding tongue on my slick folds made me tremble, uncontrollable tears of pleasure running down my cheeks. I've never experienced something so euphoric.
“Someone wants to come,” He teased. Wait, let's get this cock inside you first.”
Nothing prepared me for the stinging pain I felt when he penetrated me.
He was slow and surprisingly careful for a client, guiding me until he finally took what he wanted. After adjusting, he just went wild, fucking me aggressively like he was mad at me.
I just laid there, taking everything until the pain turned into pleasure and I bit my lips tightly and swallowed all the moans.
It was here. It shook me so violently as it rippled through me, igniting me, taking me to hell and back. My first orgasm.
For a while the world seemed to spin and my breathing doubled abnormally. As the last of my high came down, all my problems floated to the top of my brain again, but he wasn't done with me.
He flipped me over, finished my skin with hickeys especially my breasts, had me in every position until I cummed two times more, life changing ones before he finally came too.
When it was over, I lay there trembling. His breathing was deep and steady—he was asleep.
I slowly reached up and removed the blindfold, my hands shaking.
He was turned away, his broad back outlined in the dim light. I stared, trying to memorize his shape.
I just wanted a glimpse of the man who had taken my virginity.
Then I heard a soft click at the door.
She was here.
Panic hit me. I rushed to get dressed, ignoring the pain, and hurried to the door.
As soon as I opened it, I met her cold stare. She signaled me out into the hallway.
“You swear you didn’t see his face?” she asked.
“I swear,” I replied quietly.
She studied me for a long moment, then finally tossed a black bag into my arms.
“Here’s your payment.”
I held the bag tight, the money I had traded my innocence for. Without a word, I walked past her and out of the hotel—headed straight for the hospital.
The pain in my lower body reminded me of the unbearable night, but now I just wanted to get to the hospital quickly.
It was just getting light, and the corridor was quiet.
I ran to the operating room door, looking at the two stretchers on the floor, my mother and brother lying on them.
My heart ached as I hadn't paid, so they hadn't been taken into the operating room.
Choking back tears, I said, "I have money, I have money, please save my mother and brother..."
I cried as I handed the money to the doctor, who glanced at it, had the nurse count it, and then instructed the medical staff to take my mother into the operating room.
Seeing that my brother hadn't been taken in for treatment, I quickly rushed forward, grabbed the doctor, and begged, "Please save my brother too..."
The doctor sighed, "I'm sorry, there's no hope for your brother..."
No hope?!
Everything went black before my eyes... It felt like a thunderbolt had struck me, hitting me hard on the head!
Why is fate so cruel to me?
Eight years ago, I was ten years old when my dad cheated on my mom and abandoned us, sending my pregnant mom and me to a foreign country where we knew no one.
Later, my brother was born, and at the age of three, he was diagnosed with autism.
We were already struggling to make ends meet, but a car accident still suddenly struck to us.
In a foreign land where we had no family, no money, and no sympathy, I experienced what it meant to be at the end of the road.
Forced into a corner, I sold myself, but still couldn't save my brother.
I sat paralyzed on the ground, my heart aching as if someone was squeezing it, breathing becoming difficult.
But I had to accept it, and I had to smile through it, because I still had my mom.
I had already lost my brother, I couldn't lose my mom too.
My mom needed me.
After treatment, my mom's health improved, but upon learning of my brother's death, she completely fell apart.
I held her and cried, saying, "Mom, you still have me, live well for my sake."
Then in the hospital, I saw my mom often sitting by the bed lost in thought.
I knew she was thinking of my brother, and if it weren't for me, she might have followed him.
But seeing my mom's condition improving, I knew my efforts weren't in vain.
Until one day carrying food, I walked into the hospital and as I reached the door of the ward, I heard voices inside—
A voice I knew well, even after eight years, I still remembered clearly how he forced my mom to divorce him.
It was my dad—Blake Monroe.
“Lila, my dear brother just called me to say that my precious daughter Aril kicked him in the balls. You know what kind of hell she’ll face if I don’t step in to smooth things over… My brother’s not exactly a gentleman.”
His voice was cold, business-like, with not the slightest trace of warmth, guilt, or regret.
My mother’s eyes shifted from hazy to sharp as she realized what he meant. She struggled to sit up, fury burning in her weak frame.
“You’ve got the nerve to bring up that monster of a brother after everything? You cheated. You dumped us here. You let that pervert touch my daughter. I swear, I’ll kill him! Tell him to come—I'll be waiting!”
Blake didn’t flinch. Calmly, he pulled out a cigar and lit it like he had all the time in the world.
“If you kill him, Lila, you won’t even get the chance to swing before they drag you off to a psych ward. Save your strength. Look, for old times’ sake, I’m willing to help settle this... But I’m a businessman. I don’t do charity.”
“You and Mrs. Reid were like sisters. You arranged a marriage contract. Your daughter should be the one to marry…”
“What do you mean, Blake Monroe?” I watched as Mom, still hurt and weak, tried to swing at him.
I stood at the door, temporarily frozen.
Marriage contract?
Some rich family, it was an old arrangement which had somehow brought my father here, he finally remembered he had a daughter.
I pushed the door open, gazing at the man who abandoned us. The man who threw us away to die. He never wanted the child my mom was pregnant with, and now he was only showing his face after Atlas was dead.
It took all the hate I had accumulated for eight years as I voiced out the word, something that may change my life forever.
“I’ll marry,”