𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

CHAPTER:07

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"Power isn't just about control; it's about bending others to your will until they believe submission was their choice all along."

—kim

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‼️ TRIGGER WARNING ‼️

—The following scenes contain depictions of non-consensual behavior, psychological manipulation, and

—Themes of power imbalance that may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

—Don't leave hate comments because You have been warned.

"Also There is a surprise at the end🎀 Don't miss it "

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AUTHOR'S POV

“Scarlet,” he said, his voice low but firm,

“you’ve been called to the VIP room. Make yourself presentable.”

A ripple of shock ran through the other dancers. They exchanged quick, wide-eyed glances, their earlier chatter about Mr. Kim suddenly taking on a new weight.

The room buzzed with a different kind of energy now—something sharp, almost electric, fueled by surprise, curiosity, and a touch of jealousy.

Scarlet remained still for a moment, her mind processing the bartender’s words. She had heard about the VIP room before, the place where the most exclusive clients—men with power, influence, and money to burn—conducted their private affairs

It was a place most dancers only dreamed of being summoned to, a place where one night could change everything.

But as the reality of the situation set in, the other dancers couldn’t contain their whispers.

“What if Mr. Kim called her?” one of the girls murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“She’s just a newcomer!” another dancer hissed, her tone laced with jealousy. “Why would they pick her? She hasn’t even been here long enough to know the ropes.”

“Maybe that’s why,” another chimed in, her voice bitter. “Fresh meat. Men like him always go for the ones who haven’t been around long enough to know better.”

Scarlet felt their eyes on her, a mix of envy and resentment in their gazes. She knew what they were thinking. She could practically hear their unspoken thoughts:

Why her?

Why not me?

But Scarlet, as usual, didn’t give a damn. She wasn’t here for their approval or to compete in whatever twisted game they thought they were playing.

She was here for herself, and if being called to the VIP room was part of the job, she’d handle it like she did everything else—with her head held high and her focus unshaken.