Chapter 1

After Miranda Oakley underwent hymenoplasty for the 99th time, her doctor finally couldn't refrain from asking her, "Ms. Oakley, are you renting it out as a business or something?" Miranda's expression fell. "No. My boyfriend just prefers it this way." Miranda was famously known as a hostess in Seafare City. However, she was also in a five-year relationship with a man younger than her, Carson Stallone. She spent all of her wealth on him like he was her sugar baby. In fact, she even willingly underwent hymen reconstruction surgery 99 times because of his weird fetish. Also, Carson had promised her that he would marry her after she did it for the 100th time. After the surgery, Miranda limped all the way back to her home. But when she reached her door, she suddenly heard people talking. Carson was joking around with his friends inside. "Carson, you're really something else!" Edwin Dickson exclaimed. "You managed to get the best hostess in the city to cater to your every whim and fancy. You even convinced her to get hymenoplasty 99 times! Teach me your ways!" Carson took a drag on his cigarette and smirked. "You can't really teach anyone to be as eager as her." "Since Miranda works at the hostess club every night, word has gotten around that she has HIV. Aren't you afraid of contracting it?" Edwin asked, feeling indignant on Carson's behalf. However, Carson just cocked an eyebrow and said, "Even if she gave it to someone else, she wouldn't give it to me. I've never touched her that intimately. I only told her to get the surgery done because those old farts love the illusion of sleeping with virgins. "As for her HIV… Who knows for sure where she got it from? Maybe from one of those old farts. All I know is that I'm clean and I've never once slept with her." His other friends laughed and clapped in delight, praising Carson for tricking Miranda and having her wrapped around his little finger. Miranda's pupils constricted. The hymenoplasty surgery report slipped from her hand and hit the floor. She couldn't hear anything anymore. No wonder Carson always made her drink a glass of warm milk before they did the deed! She would always fall asleep right after drinking it, and she'd always feel like she'd been mowed down by a lawnmower the very next morning after waking up. She had always thought that this was just one of Carson's weird fetishes. She never thought that the truth would end up being so horrifying instead. Miranda leaned against the wall for support. Her legs had turned into jelly, and she could barely stand. When they first got together, she had asked Carson if he cared that everyone called her a prostitute because of the nature of her job. Back then, he had said, "I only care if you're willing to be my wife for the rest of our lives." Carson and his friends were still chatting happily inside the house. "Carson, I heard that you're planning to marry her at the end of this month. Is that true?" Carson narrowed his almond eyes and grinned. "Yes, there will be a wedding, but I won't be showing up. I'll humiliate her in front of everyone and then break off all ties with her! "Also, Gigi's just come back. I think it's high time that I end this disgusting relationship now." Miranda shuddered. She had done so much for him over the past five years, but Carson only thought of it as a "disgusting relationship". She left quietly and wandered the streets alone. She had only taken up the job of being a hostess because her mother had been very sick, and she needed a huge sum of money for treatment. Miranda was totally in her element working as a hostess. She was a natural at it, and she was also famous for being very good with alcohol. Many well-known businessmen would always ask her for her services every time they needed to lighten the mood while discussing serious business contracts. Five years ago, Miranda came across Carson on the streets, who was completely drunk out of his mind. Carson had immediately confessed to her at once. "I like you, miss. Can you be my girlfriend?" His eyes had been so bright and clear back then, and for some reason, Miranda found herself agreeing to the proposition. The relationship lasted a whole five years after that. Even her friends said that she was behaving more and more like a good wife for him. Over the past five years, Miranda did everything she could and pulled every connection she had to help Carson step into the elite circle in Seafare City. However, now that he had found his footing in the upper crust, he no longer needed her and just decided to burn all bridges with her. He treated her five years of love and sincerity as a mere joke. Miranda cried her eyes out, but she couldn't even make a sound. It took her a long, long while before she finally managed to calm herself down. She wiped away the tears on her face and unblocked a number she'd blacklisted for two years. Then, she sent the person a text message. "I'm getting married on the 30th of this month. I want you to come and crash the wedding."