One Forbidden Night

"No... this is wrong!" a woman's voice trembled. Jenifer sat on the VIP lounge sofa of a famous hotel. She was only able to access the place because a certain tycoon had requested her to wait for him there.

But it had already been half an hour.

Jenifer, who was initially hesitant about this decision, began to change her mind.

"No, I can't do this! I won't sell myself just to pay off Kale's debt!" she snapped and tried to stand up.

Bzzz bzzz... Her phone buzzed. A message. From Lucas - a loan shark and a mafia.

"You have to pay all the money tomorrow! If not, you'll regret it!"

Jenifer let out a heavy sigh. She knew what kind of man Lucas was - fearless, above the law. His network was everywhere. He was a protected mafia boss.

Exhausted, she sat back down and waited for the man who was supposed to buy one night of her time. Jenifer Clopen had lost everything since Kale - her boyfriend - disappeared. He had sold her house, taken her savings, and vanished without explanation. She still didn't know why he had left.

Broken and alone, she had no choice but to face the debt collectors - even though she knew nothing about the money she was being forced to repay.

In this dire situation, Drista, a woman who worked at a club, suggested she go on a date with a wealthy man. Drista believed Jenifer's beauty could earn her a fortune.

Drista had recommended her to Hendrick Kensington - a rich man willing to pay 100 million dollars for a single night.

Hendrick Kensington - a lonely man who often spent his fortune on beautiful women. But tonight, for some reason, he was late.

"Miss, please wait at the bar. Mr. Hendrick will be a little delayed."

Jenifer nodded and walked into the entertainment room, filled with rich men seeking amusement. The space pulsed with loud music.

"Can I help you, miss?"

"Could you bring me a drink?"

"Alcohol?"

She nodded.

"Right away."

Two servers brought her several bottles. Without hesitation, Jenifer drank several glasses, and soon she was tipsy. The mental burden she carried dulled her senses as she drank more.

From the entrance, a man entered - dressed in a luxurious suit, handsome, accompanied by two bodyguards.

This man was Bryan Hilton Domani - a young, striking CEO. His father was a powerful businessman with global influence. Bryan took off his coat and sat down, seeking the most comfortable service.

"A bottle of champagne," he requested.

Not far from him, Jenifer approached, slightly drunk.

"I've been waiting for you..." she murmured.

The man stared at her with a blank, confused look. Without warning, she clung to his shoulder. His bodyguards moved in, but Bryan raised a hand to stop them.

"It's okay. You can wait for me in the lobby," he said. They left.

"You're not bad at all... You're so handsome," she murmured, caressing his face.

Bryan chuckled softly. "Miss... you seem drunk. May I take you to your room?"

"Yes... room... I want to sleep with you tonight."

Bryan laughed again. Something stirred in him as he looked at her beautiful face. He couldn't deny the effect her seductive lips had on him.

"Miss, I'll take you to your room."

"Oh, okay... I've been waiting."

She tried to stand but staggered. Bryan ended up carrying her to the room.

Click - the door closed.

Under the influence of alcohol, Jenifer began kissing him.

Bryan, swept away by desire, responded to her every touch. He surrendered as Jenifer pushed him onto the white-sheeted bed. She went wild, unleashing her passion on him.

Bryan wasn't single - he was a victim of his father's corporate politics, forced into a loveless marriage at a young age. He had been living with a woman he never loved for two years.

Though he often sought comfort in places like this, this was the first time he truly desired a night with such a woman. That night of passion left a deep mark on Bryan's heart.

The next morning, Jenifer woke up and was shocked to find a man sleeping next to her. With a hangover clouding her mind, she didn't remember much. She sat up and stared at him carefully - that man wasn't Hendrick, the one she had agreed to meet.

"Who are you? Hey, wake up!"

Bryan stirred and sat up.

"Ugh... I'm late. I have to go." He rushed to the bathroom, then came out fully dressed.

"This is a tip for you. I really enjoyed last night," he said, placing money on the bedside table.

Jenifer stared at it and shook her head. "No, I won't accept that."

Bryan's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

"I need 100 million dollars," she stammered.

"What?!"

Jenifer took a deep breath.

"Yes. I can't accept less."

Bryan scoffed as he dressed, rubbing his face in frustration.

"I thought you were just a naïve escort, but you're clever - seducing me like that."

Jenifer stayed silent.

"I shouldn't have slept with a cheap woman like you!" he growled.

Jenifer swallowed hard, head down.

"You think I can't pay that much? Gold digger!" he hissed. He reached into his jacket pocket.

Thud - he threw a black card onto the table. Jenifer stared, shocked.

"You can use it - as long as I don't limit it. Are you satisfied now? You have no idea who I am! Don't ever meet me again! I never want to see a woman like you again!" he barked, storming out and slamming the door.

Jenifer froze, clutching the card in disbelief.

Meanwhile, in the Hilton family's grand estate, Robert Hilton was discussing the heir that had yet to be born from Bryan and his wife, Grace.

"Grace, are you and Bryan planning on having children at all?"

The question left Grace speechless. She had no words.

She couldn't bring herself to tell them - her husband had never touched her since the day they got married.

"I'm sorry, Father-in-law. It's best if Bryan explains it to you himself," she said politely.

The older men and women around the room fell into silence.

Not long after, Bryan entered. All eyes turned to him, their gazes tense.

"What kind of meeting is this? Aren't you all tired of talking about the same thing over and over?"

His father responded, "Bryan, you're our only son. Your heir is a serious matter - don't treat it like a joke."

"Oh? Like you didn't treat my marriage as a joke? I never loved her. I will never sleep with a woman I consider my own sister!"

Everyone was stunned.

"What? You've never slept with Grace?" Robert asked, shocked. Grace bowed her head, clenching her fists.

"No... I don't love her. And I never will touch her."