The Mistress Who Vanished
Language: en
The day my mom fell gravely ill, I found myself in the bed of Port City’s most formidable arms dealer. Feeling that terrifying heat, my face turned ghostly pale. The man, however, chuckled lightly, relentlessly pushing me to my limits until I was completely disoriented. He bent down and fiercely bit my earlobe, his voice hoarse, “Damn, your body truly is exquisite.” Utterly humiliated, I asked in a choked voice, “When will the money be transferred?” He lit a cigarette. “Next month.” An instant chill spread through me. I turned back, pleading desperately, “But you said it would be tomorrow.…