Billionaire's Seduction

"You're fired!"

"No, no, what do you mean, Janice?!"

"Are you deaf, Anya?!"

"I said that you're fired!" Janice, the owner of the restaurant where she worked repeated once again loud and clear.

"What?! You can't do this to me!"

"Get out of here!" The reddish-haired woman pushed Anya so roughly that she fell into the puddle in front of the restaurant.

"It's not my fault! But those customers tried to harass me, all I did was defend myself!"

"And because of that you threw the damn spicy food on their faces?!"

Anya nodded, "they deserved it!"

"You've cost me one hundred and twenty-two dollars, Anya!"

"Do you think you're worth more than the food you delivered, bitch?!" Janice pulled the collar of Anya's blouse roughly. Her eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Let go of me, Janice!" Anya got up with all her might, her small body not enough to resist the forty-year-old woman's strength. But it seemed like the rage that overcame her made Anya's strength many times stronger.

"I'm out of this stupid job!" Anya took off the apron around her waist and threw it at Janice's face.

"You bitch!" Janice yelled harshly.

"Just get out if you want! I'm happy to fire you! Who do you think you are?"

"There are hundreds, thousands of other girls willing to work at my restaurant!"

"Let's see in a few days, you'll come and beg me for a job again!"

Janice couldn't stop yelling and cursing at her, but Anya didn't care.

Anya, who had walked a few meters away, turned around and stared at the cruel, miserly and annoying boss.

"Fuck you, Janice!" Anya pointed her middle finger at Janice.

"Bitch!"

Anya no longer cared about Janice's yelling and swearing. She quickened her pace and walked along the sidewalk. The streets were slippery and wet as it had been raining since the afternoon. That's why there were so many customers ordering delivery today. And Anya really hated having to do delivery. Because the stingy Janice never gave her extra pay for this job.

Moreover, stingy Janice also didn't want to add more employees to help Anya handle the fast food restaurant that was always flooded with customers.

***

Anya had reached the intersection near the old flat she had been renting for the past few months. From a distance she could see her pitiful abode. It was probably going to be torn down soon, and replaced with skyscrapers like most of the buildings in this big city.

The cell phone in her jacket pocket rang. She immediately took the cell phone that she had wrapped in plastic because it was raining heavily today and she had to go through the rain to deliver food to that jerk customer.

Her mind, which had been drifting in an uncertain direction, immediately panicked when she saw the message that was sent by the owner of the flat she rented. Rosemitte Wilson, a nice old lady, but lately she had become a little fierce because she was often late in paying the rent.

She was quite understanding of Rose's attitude. She needed money to survive. Besides, Rose had been kind enough to give her a break by allowing her to pay late as long as it wasn't more than two weeks.

Tomorrow was the deadline, if she couldn't pay tomorrow then it was certain that Rose would ask her to leave.

When she arrived at the flat, Rose was already standing at the door. The old woman looked at her with a smile, "how are you, Anya? Why do you look sluggish?" Rose asked.

"Mrs. Wilson," just as Anya was about to answer Rose said something she didn't want to hear.

"I know you don't have the money to pay the rent, that's why I'm here to tell you that I've found a new tenant. I'm sorry, you have to leave here by tomorrow morning at the latest," Rose said as she looked at Anya's eyes with pity.

"What a perfect day!" thought Anya.

She knew this would happen, it was real and she couldn't avoid it. It was impossible to live on the mercy of others.

"I'm sorry, Anya, but I need money to buy insulin," Rose added, touching her shoulder. A few minutes passed with Anya devastated by reality. The girl didn't even realize that Rose had walked away earlier, leaving her alone in front of the flat she hadn't even unlocked the door to.

***

"You'll be a bum, Anya, just like Janice's curse!" she cursed to herself.

She unlocked the door and went inside, her footsteps sluggish and limp. The hunger pangs that she had been feeling since the afternoon suddenly disappeared when she realized that there was not a single penny left in her purse.

Anya flung herself onto the peeling leather sofa. She looked up at the ceiling of her flat, which was brownish from the rainwater seepage. The stale odor had been her friend for the past few months. Although this place could be said to be uncomfortable, Anya was quite happy living here. Because Rose was nice and often gave her food.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Liz.

Her cousin called. She quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello, Liz, what are you calling me about at this time of night? Can't it be tomorrow, because I don't want to be disturbed,"

"I'm going to bother you, you ignorant granddaughter!! how many months have you not sent me money? Are you going to let me starve to death?! Because of you, I have to sell all my jewelry to survive? Has the big city made you forget about me, the grandmother who has raised you with great difficulty?" Beatrice immediately started ranting at Anya.

"Grandma?" Anya was surprised to find out who was calling her.

"Yes, good, you remember who I am. I thought you had forgotten about your grandmother, to the point that you no longer send me money. What did you spend your paycheck on? Don't tell me you used it to have fun, while I'm here every day eating wheat bread!"

"Nana, every month I always leave money with Aunt Magdalena, does she not give it to you?!" asked Anya.

"Don't fucking lie, Anya. Stop pretending, I know you want to have fun alone. Or do you really want me to die quickly?!"

"Don't say that, Gran,"

"Grandma!

Beep.

Before Anya could continue, her grandmother had already cut off the call unilaterally.

She then turned her face towards the window of the flat, which was open due to the wind.

She groaned softly, her brain now spinning to imagine herself who from tomorrow no longer had a place to live, a job and money.

"Dear God, grant me a miracle!" She shouted as she flung herself onto the bed.

After a long and tiresome train journey that seemed to stretch on forever, Anya finally arrived at her father's apartment. She stood there in front of the stark white door, ringing the bell countless times with no response from within. Almost ready to give up, she was about to turn and leave when, finally, someone answered. And what a sight it was.

The door swung open to reveal a woman, blonde and curly-haired, wearing nothing but lingerie. It barely covered her modesty, leaving very little to the imagination. Anya's eyes widened, her mind swirling with confusion. Was this the right apartment? She quickly double-checked the unit number, confirming that it was indeed her father's place.

"W-who are you?" Anya managed to stammer out, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Me? I'm the owner of this apartment, and I live here!" the woman replied, a sarcastic smile playing on her surgically enhanced lips.

So, this must be her father's new companion. Anya's thoughts raced, trying to process the unexpected encounter.

"Who are you? And who are you looking for?" the woman asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Anya's mind was racing, her suspicion growing stronger. This woman was clearly her father's new partner.

"Beth, who's at the door?" a voice called from inside.

"Dad!" Anya exclaimed, pushing her way into the apartment, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation.

"Dad?" the woman muttered, her lips pursed in annoyance.

Anya's father, Robert, appeared from within, his face lighting up with surprise and joy as he saw his daughter.

"Anya! My daughter!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her father's unusual behavior took away Anya. Normally, he would show anger and rejection whenever she approached him. But this time, something was different.

"Dad, are you okay?" Anya asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Beth, meet Anya. She's my daughter," Robert introduced, his voice filled with pride as he brought the woman in lingerie closer to him.

Anya couldn't help but assess the woman from head to toe, her discomfort growing. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but the sight of her father's new girlfriend killed her appetite instantly.

"Have you eaten?" Robert asked, his concern evident.

"Not yet," Anya replied, her tone lacking enthusiasm.

"Rob, your daughter must be exhausted. It would be better to let her rest," Beth interjected, her voice dripping with entitlement.

Anya's gaze shifted uncomfortably between the two of them. Her father's arm wrapped around her slender waist while Beth planted a kiss on Robert's muscular and slightly hairy arm.

"Can I stay here for a few days? I got fired from my job. But don't worry. I'll be out of here soon, I promise-" Anya's voice trailed off, unsure of her words as she observed the strange dynamics unfolding before her.

"Of course, sweetheart, you're welcome to stay here. This is your home, and you can stay for as long as you want," Robert said kindly, a warm smile gracing his face. Anya couldn't help but feel a twinge of suspicion, but she didn't want to dwell on her drunk father's peculiar behavior.

Anya nodded in response and turned to make her way out of the kitchen, but before she could leave, Beth called out to her.

"Hmm, Anya!"

Anya turned her head, meeting Beth's gaze with curiosity.

"You should consider using earphones when you sleep. We wouldn't want to disturb you with our late-night gaming sessions. You know, adult games. Your father can get really into it, showing his strength and masculinity. Sometimes, he used to make me scream and moan," Beth chuckled, unashamedly discussing it with Anya.

Anya's eyes widened in disbelief, her inner voice screaming, "How dare she!"

Beth offered a stiff smile, trying to maintain an air of pretense, and Anya reciprocated with an equally forced smile.

****

Anya had only been asleep for a few hours when she heard a noise from outside her room. She slowly opened her eyelids. When she regained consciousness, she was able to listen carefully and guess what was going on outside her room.

"How many times have I warned you? Not only did you deceive us, but you also took advantage of Mr. Andres' generosity. But, unfortunately, Mr. Andres' son did not inherit his generosity, so we only give you two options. Hand over the woman now, or we'll cut your head off and take it to our boss?" snapped a high-pitched voice.

"Robert!" shrieked Beth in a heart-wrenching voice. Understanding the commotion, Anya hesitated to step out. It would be better for her to hide now before the strangers out there realized that there was one more person in Robert's house.

"Please, give me some time," Robert pleaded.

"We've already given you too much time. Now, bring the woman out!"

"No! Don't bring Beth!"

"Robert, help me!" Beth shouted with a trembling voice that portrayed fear.

"Where are you taking her? She's my future wife!" Robert screeched.

"None of your business. There are many things I can utilize this bitch for. She looks healthy and young, and I bet I could sell her internal organs on the black market. You don't have to worry, Rob. I'll send you the rest of her body," said a man with a heavy voice. Hearing that horrible conversation made Anya feel out of breath. She burst into tears and covered her mouth tightly so that the sound of her crying could not be heard outside.

"Rob, help me, don't let them take me!" screamed Beth.

"Your daughter! You can replace me with your daughter, she's in the room, she's-"

"WHO IS SHE?!" shouted the man who was now pointing a gun at Robert's head.

"Robert's daughter, Anya, yes, her name is Anya!" Beth shouted, making the debt collectors look at each other.

"She's young, younger than me. She is also still very healthy, and yes, she is beautiful. You can sell her. I'm sure people will offer a lot of money for her!"

"Beth, cut the crap!" shouted Robert.

"What are you saying, so you prefer that girl to me?" Beth sounded unreceptive.

"Sand, check the room!" ordered a man with a heavy voice.

Anya broke out in a cold sweat and trembled when she heard it. She immediately slipped under the bed. She didn't know where else to hide.

The room was very small, and there was no closet other than a small nightstand. There was no wardrobe; she had checked the window, and it was impossible to jump from there. She was now on the twenty-sixth floor.

Jumping was certainly not a wise choice, as it could make her end up on the autopsy table.

The old door creaked as someone opened it. Anya could only see the man's large black shoes. From his feet and the shoes he wore, Anya could guess that the man was tall, a man that Anya could recognize.

Could not fight with bare hands or even weapons.

She knew that she was in danger. She realized that her father was dealing with a ruthless debt collector. And to make matters worse, the cheap bitch was giving Anya to them.

"Anya!" the man called out.

Anya could only cry while covering her mouth tightly. It's impossible to hold back tears when you realize that your life is coming to an end.

"Are you coming out willingly, or do I have to drag you?"

Anya's body trembled. She was scared to death hearing the threatening tone of the big man.

"I know you're under the bed, I'll count down, five... four..."

The man counted down as he moved closer to the bed.

"Three....two..."

"Alright, I'm going out!" Anya shouted before the man finished counting. Anya slowly crawled out from under the bed with a scared face. She had never felt this scared in her entire life.

"Anya, you're so beautiful," said the man who was about the same age as her father.

"Come with us now!" he said as he pulled Anya roughly from her room.

"I brought this girl in exchange for your debt to our master. I will send you the rest of her body."

Anya widened her eyes, hoping everything she heard was just a joke. However, when she saw the looks and appearance of the four men, who were very similar to mafia members, she was sure that her life would not be long coming.

"Father, help me!" she pleaded. But Robert looked away and averted his eyes. Meanwhile, the bitch named Beth smiled with satisfaction at having traded her life for Anya's.

"Hey, wait a minute!" screamed Beth just before the four burly men took Anya away.

"Are you sure there won't be any excess money from selling this girl? We owe Mr. Andres only sixty-seven thousand dollars. Shouldn't this girl be worth more than that? She looks like a virgin, doesn't she, Rob?" asked Beth as she glanced at Robert, who looked down and didn't say a word.

"Are you still a virgin?" asked the fat man who was now standing next to Anya.

Anya looked at the man hatefully with no intention of answering. Realizing that he was underestimated, the fat man was about to slap Anya.

"Sand! Don't claw the girl! Hold your hand. We must hand her over to our master in a smooth and flawless state. If she gets scratched, then I'll chop off your head for wild dog food!" screeched the white-haired old man who looked like the leader among the four of them.

Anya shook her head in disbelief at her father's attitude and actions. Robert had done nothing to help her. The man who was supposed to protect Anya instead used her as a debt-payer.

"Let's go!" the white-haired man shouted.

"Wait a minute!" screamed Anya.

"Can I say something to my father? I want to say goodbye to him," said Anya, who didn't care anymore because s he was probably going to die soon.

"If I'm going to die today, don't forget to come to Mom's grave once in a while. Take care of her grave, oh yes, Robert Smith, thank you. You are a great father, and you sold your daughter to protect that bitch. I guarantee your life after this will turn into hell!" Anya said with a smile before Robert finally pushed Anya's body roughly and covered her mouth.

Then the four men dragged Anya and covered her head with a black cloth as if she were a prisoner about to be executed.

***

The kidnappers' car finally stopped somewhere, but Anya had been unconscious since being herded into the car because one of the big men had gagged her with a drugged handkerchief or something. When she came to, all she could see was a pitch-black sky.

They dropped her off at an old castle-like building. The distance between the gate and the building was quite far. Tall trees lined the front of the building.

"Welcome to heaven on earth, baby...." A woman greeted Anya with a big smile. She was wearing a tight red dress, looking at Anya while smoking a cigarette that she clamped between her fingers, whose polished nails matched her outfit. Her short, curly hair resembled that of the famously sexy woman.

"This place is heaven for men but hell for those who don't know how to enjoy it," she whispered as she blew smoke into Anya's face.

Anya coughed.

"W-what?" Anya was trembling.

"I'm Candace," the woman extended her hand.

"I'll teach you how to work and survive in that hell, I mean heaven..." she chuckled as she pointed at the building.

"Come with me," Candace pulled Anya along, then signaled the kidnappers to leave.

"Thank you. I'll take care of this new stuff." Candace pulled Anya's hand roughly.

Before entering the building, two burly men inspected them. Candace said something to them, sounding like a code or password. The two men nodded, and then they were allowed to enter, however, not through the main door but through a side corridor.

"Hurry up, the owner of this place is coming to check," Candace said. Anya, who did not understand what she meant, chose to remain silent and follow what Candace said. She took Anya to a room where all the walls were covered with black cloth, and even the windows were not visible. There were many chairs, and Candace asked Anya to sit and wait.

As Candace stood playing with her cell phone, she smiled, "My best customer is here. I'm going to make a lot of money tonight. Sorry, I don't think I can teach you so that Margot will take over. Uhm... you better be careful because she is a cruel and ruthless demon..." Candace whispered with a serious face.

Meanwhile, Anya chose to remain silent and didn't react much. It was all because she preferred to focus on finding a way to escape from this place. Considering that if she couldn't escape, then her life would end here.

After a few minutes, a woman dressed in white with black stockings arrived. From her beautiful yet fierce face, Anya immediately knew who the woman was.

"It must be Margot!" she thought.

"Well, not bad. You can start working, Candace. I'll look after her," Margot said with a smile. Candace nodded obediently and left Anya there after waving and saying 'good luck.'

***

"Tell me, what's your name?" Margot asked in a soft voice. But Anya knew Margot was not a gentlewoman. At least, the girl who had just passed through the door said so. The girl was battered, and Candace said that the wounds on the girl's body and face were the result of Margot's cruel hands.

After waiting a few seconds, but Anya didn't answer, Margot was annoyed. "Are you deaf? I asked you, what's your name?" she snapped while roughly squeezing Anya's chin.

"Anya!" she answered briefly and quickly. The girl showed no fear at all. She boldly looked into the eyes of the woman in front of her, eyes filled with defiance.

"Well, Anya, are you still a virgin? The people who brought you said you were a virgin?" he asked.

Anya chuckled smiled sarcastically, but remained silent. She pursed her lips tightly.

"ANSWER ME!" screeched Margot, who couldn't control her temper. She seemed to have a problem with emotional outbursts.

"Does it matter to you?" asked Anya.

"Of course, because it will determine your self-worth later. I don't want to be fooled by a new kid, and if you are indeed a virgin, I have to check it myself. Now come with me!" ordered Margot with a serious face.

Anya frowned, "what do you mean by checking?" she asked.

"I'm going to look at your vagina. I have to see if you really are a virgin?" she said casually, then waltzed away.

Margot pulled Anya into a room by force. Anya tried to struggle, but Margot turned out to be a pretty tough woman.

"What are you going to do to me?" Anya shouted fearlessly.

"Take off your clothes!" ordered Margot in an intimidatingly high tone.

"What?" Anya gasped.

"I said take them off!" repeated Margot.

"I had to make sure that you really were a virgin-"

"Wh-what?!" Anya screamed.