His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

125 Mia's Past

Just as I was about to pick up my phone to call Rose, a woman in a leopard-print leather jacket and miniskirt pushed open the door. At this time, the men's eyes suddenly focused on her, who had just entered the door.

"You're late," I said to Rose.

"I have to work to support myself." Rose's eyes were tired and her makeup was smeared. It looked like she hadn't cleared her makeup in the morning.

"To be honest, I also want to find a sugar daddy just like you," she said as she reached for her coffee. She was a little upset when she realized that the cup was empty. She asked the waiter for a mocha.

"Do you have any other plans today?" I asked.

"I'm taking the day off. Last night I was having a good time with a guest at a casino. I won $10,000 playing Texas hold'em for that damn old b.astard. He graciously tipped me three times more than usual," Rose said as she pulled a Marlboro cigarette from her purse. She took out a delicate pink zippo lighter and lit it.

"The money will at least allow me to rest for a few days." Rose puffed out a mouthful of white smoke. "Even a good machine needs to be repaired, let alone a human body."

"Here's $10,000." I took out the envelope and put it on the table. "But it's not the money I owe you."

"Are you kidding?" She put out her cigarette. "Isn't that why you called me here?"

"I'm not kidding," I said seriously. "First of all, I'm not the Elena, you know. But I'm very interested in Elena's past. The $10,000 is considered a consulting fee."

"You're not Elena?" She looked at me seriously. "No way. You look exactly like her."

"I don't need to explain why," I said. "If you tell me the truth about Elena's past, the money will be yours."

Rose picked up the envelope on the table and peeked inside. She put it down and said, "Charge by the hour, more $10,000 after an hour."

"You drive a hard bargain," I sneered. "But it depends on whether the information you provide is worth it."

"Listen." Rose leaned over, her voice so low that only I could hear it, "I don't care who you are right now. I only care about money. As long as you give me enough money, I can even tell you how many moles are on Elena's inner thigh."

"You can start now, and I am listening," I ordered another black coffee, and I had one morning to listen her story.

"Where do you want to start?" asked Rose.

"From the first day you met her. Please try to get to the point."

"Let me think about it." Rose lit another cigarette, looked over my shoulder and thought for a few seconds before she began her story.

"When I was about 12, my parents gave me up for adoption to a woman named Camilla. It was more of a sale than adoption," Rose says with a quick flash of resentment in her eyes, "My parents got hooked on drugs. In order to raise more money, they sold me to Camilla for $2,000. The day after I moved in with Camilla, Elena moved in. I guess she moved in for the same reason. Since then, we've been living under Camilla's thumb. She started teaching us how to please men. She introduced us to the male reproductive system and put a d.ildo in our beds. Camilla thought this would help us get to know men faster. If we disobeyed, she would make us work on an empty stomach, sometimes even whipping us with a whip. By the time we turned 16, she sold our first night to her clients for a fortune."

"Didn't you try to run away or ask the police for help?" I interrupted. "It's against the law to imprison teenage girls."

"Two more girls were adopted by Camilla. One of them tried to escape, but was caught by Camilla in the end. After Camilla beat her up, that girl disappeared. But, the other one managed to escape."

"Why don't you guys run away?" I asked.

"Elena and I talked about it, but who can guarantee that we can live a better life after escaping?" Rose smiled bitterly, "As long as we listen to her, we can eat good food, wear nice clothes and have a nice big bed. To be honest, Camilla offers us a much better life than our parents did. Why did we run?"

I was silent, which didn't mean I agreed with her. I began to feel sorry for Mia when she was a child, and her misfortune was caused by Michael.

"Camilla has always taught us that we need to use our gender to our advantage. This is a world of men. They control power and money. If a woman does not want to bear hardships, she must depend on a man. Isn't it more effective to obtain wealth directly from a man than to work hard? It is true," continued Rose, with a puff of smoke, "Elena is more talented than I am at pleasing men. She was born with a good face and beautiful eyes. Sometimes I think a girl like her should have been born rich. She's nothing like us poor girls."

Hearing this, my heart felt like it was being pulled up, so I finished the cup of coffee.

Ruth continued.

"Elena's v.irginity was sold at a high price to a mystery man," Rose said enviously, "Camilla got a taste of that deal, and then she used Elena to make a lot of money. But the reward she gave to Elena was very small. More than once I heard her argue with Camilla, and then she decided to get out of Camilla's control. When I learned she was going to run away, I decided to follow in her footsteps. We made it. At first, we only worked as waiters in restaurants, but we made so little money that sometimes we were h.arassed by ugly men. Then we found a nightclub called Sky and became strippers."

"Wait, I thought you told me Elena had something to do with Camilla's death," I said. "Did this happen after you ran away from Camilla?"

"I'll tell you about it later," said Rose cunningly. "Just hear me out."

"Go on," I said.

"Elena worked in the Sky club for a while and then she became popular, and a lot of rich men came," Rose said, "They were so taken with her, and some even paid lots of money just to sleep with her for a night. But she was very smart. She had been hanging onto these men. Until one day, a man named Jeff showed up. He paid 50,000 for Elena."

"Do you know his full name?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Rose. "But Elena told me that the man was rich. He was the second in command of the Moore family."