Jennifer’s POVFive months passed. Jean was six months old now. She grew up to be an adorable and smart baby. I spent my days as a new parent still learning many things about babies and how to educate them.I just wanted to be a wonderful mother to Jean, who could educate her to be a successful and extraordinary woman. I’ve felt the bitterness and cruelty of life, and that was why I didn’t want Jean to feel what I’ve felt. I would do everything to protect her.It was a sunny morning. I woke up when I heard Jean’s cry.I rushed to get up even though my body still felt tired and my eyes were still reluctant to open. But Jean was the main one. I rushed over to her bed and calmed her down. I opened the blanket that covered her tiny body. It turned out that her diapers were so full that urine-soaked her pajamas.Tears rolled down her pretty little face. I rushed to change her diapers and pajamas, changed her wet bedding, then carried her. Samuel was still asleep. I took the initiative not

Jennifer’s POVIt looked like a gun. The bottle of milk that I was holding finally left my hand. The contents spill out. Jean cried hysterically because she didn’t get the milk she was waiting for. While my body trembled because the tip of a gun stuck to my temple.“Kelly, what the hell is this? Is that a gun?” I asked. My mind immediately worked extra hard. I had to struggle to calm her down and escape from her with no one getting hurt. However, the question was that I was on the second floor alone, while Alex, the maids, and the security guards were on the first floor and at the front gate.Who can help me at a time like this? Even if I screamed, maybe my scream wouldn’t reach the kitchen. My life and Jean’s life were at stake. It turned out that the uncomfortable feeling I had been feeling earlier was a signal that something like this would happen.Sam, save us! If Kelly wanted a victim, then let me get hurt, but I would not let Jean get hurt.“Yeah, and this gun is loaded with enou

Jennifer’s POVShe put the wine bottle on the table, took her bag that was on the bed, and left the room. She took the key room so I couldn’t escape.My body felt weak, and my head hurt. Maybe I should sleep before Jean woke up and Kelly came back. If she heard Jean’s crying voice, she would be furious.Kelly’s POVI didn’t like the sound of a baby crying, and it sickened me to see that woman’s face. Slut. I’d love to finish her right away, then dump her body somewhere, but I’d rather make her suffer. I wanted to see her go back to being the cheap whore that any man can order. Became their sex doll.Hahaha, and it became a reality soon.The nights were getting colder, but I was lonely; I need warmth. Since that incident, I became hyper sex. I always wanted that until finally, I tried various sizes of dildos.So pathetic!Maybe I should try booking a guy and asking him to satisfy me just for tonight. I could book one extra room to make love to my heart’s content. I’d better ask the rec

Kelly’s POV“Sorry, madam. We had to spend the night because this woman had her baby with her. I don’t want to take the risk if something happens to them. You certainly know that she and her baby are valuable assets to you, right? I forgot to tell you she used to be a star in a brothel with the highest fees,” I said.“Hmm, interesting. I can’t wait to see how it looks later. Come on in, we have some things to discuss,” Soccoro replied, the fat woman who owns the brothel.I looked to the other side and saw Jenny had gotten out of the car. She hugged her baby tightly while looking at us both with sharp eyes as if she was protecting herself and her baby. She wouldn’t be able to protect herself because she would have to give in to circumstances.“Jenny, let’s go inside.” I walked up the terrace steps into the living room. Before getting into the house, I looked back and saw Jenny still standing by the car, where she had been, and not moving at all.“Jenny, what are you doing there? Come h

Kelly’s POV“What happened?” I asked curiously. Mrs. Soccoro’s face turned serious and looked frightened.She let out a long breath, then leaned against the back of the chair and replied, “A customer liked her and paid some money for a short date. I got everything ready. I thought all was going well until after the customer had finished and left, some girls discovered the young girl had committed suicide in a chaotic state. Her face was full of blood. It looked like the customer beat her up. I was shaken. Police checked this place for several months. If I had known she was going to kill herself, I wouldn’t have bought her. That’s why, after thinking about it for a while, I decided not to force Jennifer to serve guests. I don’t want what happened before to happen again. It scared me to see blood pooling on the floor. You can take her with you and give my money back or I’ll just keep her as a servant here. The choice is yours.”“I-I understand now. How did that girl kill herself?” I ask