"Oh... My God! Anita, what the hell!?" Beatrice’s voice sliced through the humid air of the hospital room. She stood in the doorway, hand clamped over her mouth in a mock display of shock. "What a slut! Fucking your own patient!" Cleo sneered, her eyes darting between the two on the bed. Anita felt as if the ceiling had collapsed onto her shoulders. Her body went rigid, her heart hammering against her ribs so violently she could barely feel the fullness of Mark’s massive dick still buried deep within her. The professional world she had built was shattering in real-time. "Guys... I... I can explain," she stammered, her voice trembling. "This isn't what it looks like. I was just... helping the patient." The two nurses didn't buy it for a second. They exchanged a sinister look, sideways smirk that screamed of blackmail and future leverage. Trying to salvage some dignity, Anita hitched her hips and sl

In an hour, Clarice picked me up at the mall. I was a strange sight—still wearing my thin hospital pants—but she didn't care. She drove me straight to one of the most luxurious shopping boutiques in town, a place of marble pillars and gold-trimmed glass. Seeing my clothes, the bouncers blocked the entrance, their faces full of disdain. They claimed this wasn’t a place for "peasants." But as soon as they saw Clarice by my side, their posture broke. They bowed, suddenly treating me like royalty.After the shopping spree, we moved to a private restaurant to talk business. We sat behind silk curtains, eating expensive dishes that looked more like art than food.As I ate, I noticed Clarice was barely touching her meal. She kept stealing glances at me, giggling silently with a deep, playful smile that sent small dimples into her cheeks.I pulled out my phone and typed: "Is... there something on my face?" I asked with a raised brow.She shook her head, the smile only growing wider."So... w

(Saturday Morning)Today was the day.Mark woke up and took a long, refreshing bath. After that, he dressed in the new clothes Evelyn Clarice had bought for him the other day. He checked his phone: 9:58 AM. The event began at ten. He was running late, but that was by design. Impact was everything; he wanted to make his entrance only after Enny was settled, her ego already inflated by the room's opulence.Slipping a few bills into his pocket, he headed downstairs.In the living room, his mother and sister were on their knees, scrubbing the floors. They froze as he descended the stairs, looking like he had stepped off the cover of a luxury magazine."Where are you going, sweetie?" Clara asked softly, wiping her hands on her apron as she stood to meet him.Mark pulled out his phone and typed: *Just a small business meeting.*"Business?" She raised a skeptical brow."Since when did you become a tycoon, Mar

"Going once... going twice?" The auctioneer’s voice cracked like a whip through the vaulted ceiling of the hall. "Sold! This item now belongs to the Damien family!"A polite ripple of applause followed Mr. Damien—a man whose suit likely cost more than a mid-sized sedan—as he stepped forward to claim his prize. The auction had been a marathon of a parade of artifacts fetching anywhere from five hundred thousand to a cool million."Ladies and gentlemen, presenting our final and most anticipated item on the menu!" The host beamed. His assistant shuffled forward, treating a cloth-covered canvas as if it were a holy relic. "This is the 'Mourning Lisa'... or rather, the modern reimagining! A piece of soul-shattering art created by none other than Leroy Benjamin, a name that's known in every gallery from Paris to Tokyo."He whipped the cloth away, revealing the canvas to the gasping crowd. The air in the room grew heavy with greed; whoeve

[DING! Payment Successful]The sound wasn't loud, but in the sudden, suffocating silence of the hall, it echoed like a cannon blast.For a heartbeat, time simply stopped. Jaws didn’t just drop; they slackened as the reality of the transaction settled over the room. The auctioneer stood frozen, his hand still gripped around the microphone as if he’d forgotten its purpose."No... way!"The words finally tore from Mr. Adams’ throat, and like a dam breaking, absolute chaos followed."Unbelievable! Ladies and gentlemen, the boy wasn't barking—he just bit the entire room! The payment is confirmed!" the auctioneer shrieked into the mic, her voice hitting a frantic, high-pitched register.The crowd lost its collective mind."Is he... a hidden tycoon?""I’ve never seen him in the Forbes circles! Who is he?""That’s how billionaires these days are. They dress like beggars just to watch us squirm!"Mark d