Chapter 1

After becoming a top-tier lawyer, my ex-boyfriend personally threw me into a club to work as a bunny girl.

He made me kneel to open bottles, poured red wine over my head, and called it payback for his new lover.

I clutched the money I'd sold myself for and begged him to leave my brother alone.

He simply stuffed the bills down my top.

"A slut like you is filthy all over."

Then the truth came out. The woman he cherished had only wanted his money all along.

Later, panicked, he searched for me frantically in a burning building. But I was already holding another man's hand. I walked up and slapped an astronomical check across his face.

"Get out of our lives, Gavin."

Caroline POV

My ex-boyfriend became a top-tier lawyer, and the first thing he did was try to send my brother to prison.

A medical injury report slammed heavily onto the table.

"Grade Two severe injury-that's a felony. At least three years in prison."

The man's voice was ice-cold and cutting. "Caroline, unless you publicly apologize to Ruby online and pay fifty thousand dollars in compensation, don't even think about negotiating."

I stared at the old watch on Gavin's wrist-the one I'd given him three years ago when I was still the family heir.

Back then, he said he'd love me forever.

Now, he was destroying me for that woman who faked a suicide attempt to frame me.

"Mr. Gavin, the surveillance footage was edited. Sam threw the first punch..."

"I only look at evidence."

Gavin cut me off, his tone dripping with disgust. "Tomorrow morning at nine, if I don't see the money and apology letter, Jason can wait to be prosecuted."

With that, he turned and left.

I stood frozen, ice flooding my veins.

The police officer advised me to gather the money quickly, stating bluntly that Gavin was firm in his stance and his connections in the legal world ran too deep-a clean settlement would be nearly impossible.

Fifty thousand dollars was an astronomical sum for me now.

But for my brother, I had no choice.

Walking out of the police station, I immediately dialed the club manager's number.

"I'll take that VIP room tonight."

"Changed your mind?" The manager's voice carried a hint of mockery. "VIP clients are high-status. Whatever happens, you take it. If you dare show attitude, even I can't protect you."

"I understand."

I looked at the pitch-black night outside the window, my knuckles white as I gripped the phone.

"As long as the money's right, I'll do whatever it takes."

Half an hour later, in the club's dressing room.

I changed into a bunny girl outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination.

The woman in the mirror wore heavy makeup, but her eyes looked like stagnant water.

The manager pushed the door open and looked me up and down, nodding with satisfaction. "Get in there. Be smart."

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, forcing out a smile I'd practiced countless times.