Chapter 4

• Isabella accepted Mr. Federico’s help and was now at the hotel—at least she could finally rest.
• She didn’t hesitate to take off her clothes and look at herself naked in the decorative mirror. By her own calculations, she was a little over two months pregnant.
• Isabella gently caressed her small belly.
• "Baby, I promise to be strong and to move forward so I can give you the life you deserve. I will do whatever it takes for you. You are my greatest companion, and I don’t regret my decision—I’m here for you, my love. I’ll find another job because I, Isabella Thorne, would give my life for you, my little one," she spoke as she looked at herself in the mirror.
• And then, just as Mr. Federico had said, she felt a small glimmer of hope.
• Days later…
• For Isabella Thorne, after such a hard life, this moment felt like freedom. Yet fear still consumed another life depended on her now. But she refused to let her guard down.
• At that moment, she was walking toward a nightclub where she had read in the newspaper that they were looking for waitresses, and the pay was good.
• Upon arriving, she swallowed hard. With trembling legs and a racing heart, she stepped inside the club, which was called Puntosex.
• She was taken directly in for a job interview. She hadn’t expected to be accepted, but she was. The man who hired her told her it was because of her beauty.
• She would work from 8 PM to 2 AM, which would be her shift. He also advised her to take advantage of the opportunity before her pregnancy became more noticeable, so she could save up as much as possible.
• The good thing was that she would start that very night. They showed her around, handed her the uniform, identical to that of all the other waitresses, and got her ready for work.
• She had never set foot in a nightclub before, nor had she ever tasted a drop of alcohol. This world was entirely new to her.
• As the customers began pouring in—more than she had expected—she served them just as Mr. Federico had taught her. However, her natural coldness remained; she didn’t even smile, not wanting to give anyone the wrong idea.
• Some customers said her —it wasn’t much, but it was still an extra help.
• She was taken aback when two tall, muscular Black men entered, accompanied by three stunningly beautiful and elegantly dressed women, as if they were heading to a fashion show.
• For a moment, Isabella wondered if she could ever dress like those women, but she quickly shook off the thought and focused on serving them. As she observed the women's demeanor, the men ordered the most expensive drink in the house.
• They also told her that if she served them exclusively, they would tip her generously. She agreed, remembering that her boss had said from the beginning that if a client wanted a specific waitress for their table, she was allowed to comply.
• It was around 12 AM, and Isabella’s feet were aching terribly. She walked to the bathroom, unable to hold it any longer. After relieving herself, she stepped out and ran into one of the women accompanying the two men. The woman adjusted her hair, smoothed out her dress, and reapplied her lipstick.
• “I’m beautiful, aren’t I?” the woman asked.
• “Uh… yes, you’re very beautiful,” Isabella replied, fixing her own slightly disheveled hair.
• “I know you’ve been wondering for a while what three women like us are doing with those two men. And don’t think we’re prostitutes, we’re just companions. My two girls are new, by the way. Oh, and my name is Katia.”
• “Your two girls? Oh… and I’m Isabella.”
• “Yes, my girls. And I have plenty more. I’m the boss. I will only come tonight because they’re new, so they can learn from me. Besides, this is like an evaluation—I need to see if they’re meeting expectations. You see, there are three different types of pay, so I have to make sure they’re delivering what they promised. And do you know what? You’re incredibly beautiful.”
• Katia stepped closer to Isabella, gently stroking her cheek with her delicate hand. Isabella immediately pulled away.
• “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart… Tell me something, would you like to work for me? You wouldn’t have to sleep with anyone. Some of my girls do, but others don’t, which is why the pay differs. Here, takes my card,” Katia said, pulling a card from her purse and handing it to Isabella.
• “That’s the address of my kingdom. You’re gorgeous and young, and your beauty is so natural—I love it. Anyway, I must get back to work. There’s a lot of money to be made.”
• Katia adjusted her dress, making sure her cleavage was perfectly in place, and then walked away.
• "How much do you make without sleeping with the men?" Isabella asked without thinking.
• "Interested, huh?" Katia smirked. "They’re millionaire men—CEOs, important businessmen, politicians, spoiled rich boys, you name it. The job is by the hour—12 or 24 hours—and in just one day, you can make up to three thousand dollars."
• Katia smiled before strutting away like a model on a runway, leaving Isabella with a whirlwind of questions. She glanced at the card in her hand. Even if it wasn’t the best path, she wanted to take it. She needed to make the most of this opportunity before her pregnancy became noticeable, ensuring she had enough money for her baby.
• She tucked the card away like a precious treasure and went back to work. Yet, she couldn't help but keep watching the other women.
• To her, that offer felt like a ray of sunlight, the chance she had been waiting for.
• "Come on, Isabella Thorne, you can do this. You’re not giving up. You can’t just think about yourself anymore, there’s a baby who needs you." She told herself mentally as she stood in front of the building. The sign read Dame Company, and with that, she decided to step inside and get her questions answered.
• After waiting for almost ten minutes, she finally heard her name being called. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the office—an office that unmistakably belonged to a successful woman.