Golden Chains

001

—CHAPTER 001 
| Nineteenth's night

The night air was electric as the young, wealthy woman stepped out of the Bugatti La Voiture Noire and onto the busy sidewalk.

Her friends, a group of equally glamorous young women, giggled with excitement as they escorted her to the entrance of the hottest nightclub in town.

It was her nineteenth birthday, and they were determined to show her a night she would never forget.

The pulsing beat of the music thumped through the walls as they made their way inside. The dim lighting and smoky atmosphere added to the allure of the club, making it feel like a forbidden world, hidden from the outside.

The group was quickly ushered to their private table, complete with bottles of expensive champagne and exotic cocktails, on a floor exclusive to the VVIP members of the club.

As they settled into their seats, the young woman's eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the eclectic mix of people.

"Apparently what makes neon club stand out from the others is their extremely attractive escorts!", Amelia uttered in excitement.

Serenity thought the idea of hiring an escort was ridiculous. It was the same old boring people and place.

It disgusted her. How could people fall so low, to a level where they sell their company for money?

'How cheap, filthy rats,' she thought to herself as her gaze wandered around her atmosphere.

Suddenly, her attention was caught by a scene unfolding nearby. A group of wealthy women surrounded a strikingly handsome young man, dressed in a suit with the two buttons of his shirt left open for the eyes of people to feast on his collarbone, his thin white shirt made it visible that he had a good amount of muscle on his lean body.

His eyes were covered, he was wearing a blindfold. 'So that's what people are into?' Serenity thought to herself.

One of the women, a woman in her mid-20s and dressed in an elegant gown, seemed particularly close to him, her arms intertwined with his.

"What's his deal? Why's he wearing a blindfold?" Serenity asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Leila leaned in closer, "He's an escort, hired by that woman, Elise, she's famous around here for being really wealthy and picky with her partners, yet they always see her going around with that escort even at events and gatherings."

Serenity raised an eyebrow, "There are other escorts as well. Why's everyone buzzing around him?"

Amelia shrugged, "He's got this mysterious aura and reserved personality, he's really good-looking and has a nice body, I guess. No one has ever seen him without his blindfold, and that adds to his charm. Plus, he's said to be very good at what he does."

The young woman was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off of him. She felt a strange mix of emotions—and even a hint of desire, her lips parted in awe.

His lips curled up into a small smile making the women around him squeal in admiration,

"He's so hot, isn't he?" Leila exclaimed as she clasped her hands together, turning her head to see Serenity's reaction, "Serenity?" She spoke once again grabbing her attention this time.

Serenity, who was intensely staring at the scene, snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh? Mhm he is," she uttered in a low voice, picking up the glass of alcohol and swirling it before chugging the bitter thing down her throat.

The night wore on, and the group danced and laughed, celebrating the young woman's birthday. But even as she lost herself in the music and at the moment, she couldn't shake the image of him, the blindfolded escort, from her mind.