Courney took slow steps, wishing they would last forever; her heart raced with each approach to the table. With her gaze lowered, she positioned herself in front of the men who were engaged in conversation."Welcome, gentlemen. What would you like to drink?""Friends, let me introduce you to the little chick I mentioned," Cesar leered at her, while the other two men eyed her hungrily. "Life is funny. I met you with an air of superiority, and now I have you in front of me with your gaze lowered, working to attend to men.""Cesar! I promise to pay the money I owe you. Give me a few months to gather it, and I'll hand it over in full. As I mentioned before, my family lost everything, and this is the only job I could find.""I don't believe in promises! Don't worry, I know a better way for you to pay. Come and please me."A chill ran down Courney's spine."I won't sell my body! If you're looking for pleasure, I can send some girls who will gladly satisfy your needs," she said with fear in

Kyle rushed into the room and threw his beloved wife onto the bed. He observed her white dress, snug to her body with a structured cut."Love! Is that dress you're wearing too daring?""Well, you're not going to tell me how to dress. It's better that you let me go. I want to enjoy my wedding," she said, getting up and taking firm steps past him to leave the room.Kyle blinked several times; it seemed like a big fight was approaching. However, he was content; after every fight, reconciliation is more exciting."Where are you going? It's our wedding night, and I want to enjoy my wife," he said with a dangerous tone, startling Lindsey.She had one hand on the doorknob, removed it upon hearing that voice, turned, and opened her mouth to respond. However, plump lips pressed against hers dominantly, enveloping her like a volcano in eruption.Excitement was building inside her, causing waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her intimate part throbbed with desire as he savored her tongue. Her

“What kind of game is this, Maximiliano? I want an explanation! Why am I married to you? When did I get married? I haven't signed anything," she quickly grabbed the other paper and also started reading. Her gaze focused on the part that said: "Stefany Daniela Gutiérrez de Miller, mother of the minor Max Miller Gutiérrez." The documents fell from their hands due to the shock.Maximiliano approached, picked up the documents, and put them away. He sat beside her and began to explain."I'll start from the beginning. Since I arrived in Manhattan, I haven't slept with any woman because, believe it or not, I fell in love with you. Have I been promiscuous? Yes, I have! When I was 23, I was about to get married, but my fiancée left me standing at the altar. She never showed up, and later, I found out she was seeing two men at the same time. At that moment, I didn't hate her for leaving me for someone else; I hated her for not telling me before the wedding and for leaving me standing there like

Jimena arrived at the hospital, and when she entered the room, she found Courtney lost in her thoughts and in tears. She approached and hugged her tightly."I know it's tough, but I'm here to support you."Courtney had pronounced dark circles under her eyes; she hadn't slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the nightmare repeated itself like a video playing on a loop."Thank you, Mrs. Jimena," a weak voice struggled to come out of her throat."Just call me Jimena, dear. The doctor informed me that they'll discharge you in three days. I want to suggest that you come with me to a children's home. I'm the director there, and those kids can help you cope with your pain unless you have another place to go.""I'll be a burden there. I am nothing now. I don't know what to do with what's left of me." She hadn't stopped crying since the assault; her heart was shattered by pain, and her body still showed signs of her misfortune."Don't say that! You are a strong girl, and you'll get thro

Lindsey, with the help of her friends, located a psychologist. When they arrived, Jimena explained the situation to the poor girl. Carlota entered to assess Courtney's mental state, but she didn't stay asleep for long."The diagnosis is acute depressive disorder, a result of post-traumatic stress," explained Carlota to Lindsey, handing her a prescription. "Buy this sedative; it will help her relax a bit. She'll need therapy.""What will the therapy be like?" Lindsey responded with nostalgia."Once a week, I'm available on Thursdays at 2 pm. I can come to attend to her personally until she improves and can come to my office.""Doctor, that sounds perfect. I'll contact you to arrange your fees. I leave my sister in your hands. Thank you, Doctor.""I'm here to help. That girl went through something terrible. The best medicine is time, support, and the love you can give her."Jimena recommended leaving her at the orphanage. Lindsey peeked into the room and saw her lying on the bed. She en