So, Who's the Prey Now — Novel

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In a world where deception and desperation intertwine, Agnes finds herself ensnared in a web of betrayal spun by the one she trusted the most. After sacrificing everything to save the man she loves, she stumbles upon a cruel secret: Jimmy, the charming hero who once pulled her from the depths, is just a pawn in a twisted game of revenge. As his true colors emerge, Agnes must confront the reality that the love she believed was real may have been nothing more than a façade.

With her heart shattered and her dignity on the line, Agnes faces a choice: to remain a victim or to rise against the forces that seek to humiliate her. But as she prepares to reclaim her life, the stakes grow higher. How far will she go to unearth the truth and confront the ghosts of her past? And when the shadows of her family's legacy threaten to catch up with her, will she find the strength to fight back, or will she become just another victim in Jimmy's cruel game?

In a tale woven with tension, heartbreak, and unexpected twists, Agnes must navigate a world where love can turn deadly, and trust can be the most dangerous gamble of all.

So, Who's the Prey NowChapter 1

For Jimmy's financial support, I sold my first time behind his back.

My hands trembled as I handed him the envelope, still damp with sweat. Inside was seven thousand five hundred dollars—everything I had gotten in exchange for the one thing I had left to give.

Jimmy’s eyes reddened as he took the money. “Nessie… how many side jobs would it have taken you to save this much? I swear, I’ll treat you right.”

But when I went to visit him at the hospital, I heard laughter through the door before I even knocked.

“Damn, Jimmy! That idiot girl really did it!” a greasy male voice cackled. “She actually went out and sold herself. Listen to this—she’s bawling her eyes out in the video, moaning your name like some desperate freak.”

Another guy barked out a laugh. “Seven and a half grand? That’s it? Jimmy, even that Tibetan mastiff you used to have cost more than that!”

I stood frozen, trembling, peering through the crack in the door.

Jimmy was lounging on the hospital bed, twirling a glass of red wine in his hand—no trace of illness anywhere on his face.

“Damn, Jimmy, you’re cold. The video’s so clear, you can see every detail of her face…” someone snickered.