Mission To Remarry

An hour had passed, and Aubree lay on the bed, numb and tearful, with hickeys covering her body.

The man lay beside her, naked and smug.

I have to say, 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 such a shame to only sleep with her once.

With that, he sat up and turned to face Aubree.

Aubree felt his gaze on her and returned it with a hateful glare, her face stained with tears. She wished she could tear him apart.

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

away in disdain and tightened her grip on the covers, desperately wanting to cover

who reached under the covers and touched her

Aubree was too weak to fight against the man, especially after sleeping with him. She was so

man got his way and

moaning, her lips bleeding by the time the man finished and removed himself from

just need to get someone to train you, and I'm sure we'll be able to get a

you b*stard! You'd better pray hard

a single cent left after taking care of all these, right? Plus, it's impossible for you to get in contact with your family in Chanaea since the Farwells are keeping a close eye on you. You can only work as a server with that fake identity of yours even if you

she felt the color drain from her face as she realized the thought

you make more money. You can

to face him, deciding to hear him out.

If you're lucky, the tips alone will make you tens of thousands a month. I'll be responsible for your safety. You just have to pay me one-tenth of the money you earn. What