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The Woman For Rent

Lyra stood in the doorway to the room where the secret party was taking place. She had worn her best dress which showed off the beautiful curves of her body. As Jonathan often said, any man would fall in love with her.

In the past, she always thought that making men go crazy over her beauty was something good. She feels lucky because she is beautiful and has a charming body. But now she has realized that being considered charming for men is not always a good thing. Instead, he feels like an object and a rotating trophy that is not truly loved.

"What are you waiting for? Don't make my guests anxious by waiting for you, Lyra!" Jonathan looked at her irritably. He had spent a lot of money to throw this very luxurious private party. Where only 30 special guests were invited to see the prizes up for grabs.

"Do you have to do this to me?"

"Why not? Besides, I'm starting to get bored of you. There's no harm in me getting back the money I spent on you. Because you can't possibly pay it, so you have to do it!"

"But I'm your wife! How can you count everything you gave me?"

"You bitch, don't think that your position is that important here! I don't want children from you, nor do I want you to be with me for a long time. You are just like other women, targeting rich men to satisfy your hidden ambition for luxury!"

"I don't believe it!"

"You don't need to believe anything! Listen to me, come into that room when I call you! If you try to refuse and run away, I swear I will definitely kill you!"

Lyra was at a loss for words to say. Tears flowed from her eyes even though she tried to hold back her tears. She knew Jonathan would throw a tantrum if she cried when she had to pretend to smile in front of the guests who would rent her.

"Wipe your tears and get ready! Don't think that I will melt just because you cry!"

"Don't you love me, Jonny?"

"What? What did you say?"

"Don't you love me at all? Don't you feel jealous or hurt when I'm touched by other men?"

"Huh? Don't talk nonsense, Lyra! A man like me doesn't know what love is. All I want is money and power! I can sleep with any woman I want and after that I will throw them away like trash, including you. So, stop think that you're special just because I married you!" He said as he left to go towards the party room.

Lyra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She held her chest which felt very painful and made her really want to die. She doesn't understand why her life ended like this?

Since her parents abandoned her, she had to struggle to support herself at the age of 13. She dropped out of school to work on a family's ranch, then moved to Los Angeles to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. However, when she was trying to start her career, she met a man who she thought could elevate her status and make her live a better life, even though it meant she had to give up her dreams.

None of her efforts ended beautifully, what she received instead was painful humiliation and harassment. She wanted to be free from all this suffering.

"Lyra, come here!"

Lyra gasped when she heard Jonathan's voice calling her from inside the room. She hadn't had time to fix her make-up, she didn't have time to do that and was forced to walk into the room with a face that looked like she had just cried.

"Oh no, what should I do?"

"Lyra...!" Jonathan started shouting in annoyance because she didn't come even though she had been called many times. She felt so scared that she couldn't move her legs.

Jonathan appeared behind the curtain which was a barrier between the room filled with invited guests and the place where she was silent. Jonathan looked at her with a vicious look as if indicating that she would die if she didn't follow his wishes.

"What are you doing, damn slut? You want to embarrass me, huh...?" Jonathan slapped her so hard that she immediately fell to the floor.

This man roughly grabbed her hair as if he didn't care about Lyra's current appearance. He was too angry to suppress his explosive emotions. Lyra sobbed, begging for forgiveness and mercy from him.

"Forgive me! I beg you...!"

"Hurry go to that room before I beat you up!"

Jonathan pushed Lyra so that she could immediately enter the room where 30 men would bid her the highest price. But when she was on stage, the guests looked at her with confused looks. She clearly looked messy, full of tears with messy hair and make-up. Meanwhile, Lyra still couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

Jonathan returned to the stage with a reaction that seemed like he didn't care at all. He just wanted this woman to sell quickly so he could get back the money he had spent on Lyra.

"Gentlemen, I apologize for the slight disturbance that has occurred. The woman in front of you is a woman of mixed Austrian-Japanese blood named Lyra Everdeen. Her height is 5'5 and her breast size is 32F, she is 28 years old and she is a very naughty woman. I guarantee you gentlemen will be very lucky to have her."

Lyra felt as if time had stopped turning, she couldn't believe that she had been sold at auction like an inanimate object that had no feelings. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating, the faces of the men with dirty smiles made her nauseous. She doesn't know when this will end and whether there is someone who will save her from this hell?

"I opened it for 50 thousand dollars,"

A middle-aged man raised his hand and saying, "One hundred thousand dollars."

"Two hundred thousand dollars."

Jonathan started to smile happily, he didn't expect these men to immediately offer such a high price. This will make it easier because he will not stop until he makes many times the profits.

"Who is next?"

"Three hundred thousand dollars."


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