One night, he summoned her to his office. His tone was as sharp as the city lights outside.
“I know about your mother,” he said calmly.
“I can help you. Enough money to cover everything.”
Her heart leapt — then stopped.
There was a condition.
“One night with me,” he said. “That’s all I ask.”
The words hit her like ice. Shame burned through her veins, but the thought of her mother gasping for breath was stronger. She hated herself for even considering it, yet she knew she had no other choice.
That night, with trembling hands and tear-filled eyes, Isabella walked into his bedroom. It was cold, mechanical — a deal written in heartbreak. She cried silently when he fell asleep beside her, feeling like she had just sold a piece of her soul.
