Blurb：
Three years after her world shattered, **Kristen Helberg**, a once-privileged heiress turned blind single mother, is forced to sell herself to save her dying child. But her first client isn’t a stranger—it’s **Adam Lawrence**, the brooding student she loved before his sister **Halle Lawrence** accused Kristen’s father of rape. Now a vengeful tycoon, Adam offers $5,000 a night… but demands humiliation, not passion.
As secrets unravel, Kristen uncovers lies buried in the **campus sycamore tree’s shadow**—Halle’s hidden past with thugs, Adam’s twisted guilt, and a **tutoring scandal** that framed her father. With her child’s life hanging by a thread and **Halle** now the doctor controlling the surgery, Kristen must confront dark truths: Was her father innocent? Why does Adam’s hatred burn hotter than desire? And when **blindness** hides more than light, can shattered trust ever be rebuilt?
Caught between **forgotten college promises** and ruthless revenge, Kristen fights for survival in a world where love and lies wear the same face.
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I fell for the broke student my dad was sponsoring.After some serious chasing and a few sneaky moves, he was mine.
But just a day later, his sister dropped a bomb. A video showed my dad had raped her, pretending to tutor her.
He disappeared from my life after that.
Three years later, we met again. I needed money for my kid’s medical bills and ended up selling my body.
He smirked, "Five grand a night? You sure know how to set a price, Kristen Helberg."
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"Listen, now you can only be chosen by them. Men, you know, they have their quirks. Just hang in, and it'll be over soon," the introducer tried to reassure me.
I stood in the shadows, the wind whipping around me. Though it wasn't cold, I couldn't stop shivering. "Th... thank you."
She seemed to sense my discomfort and asked, "Is this your first time?"
"No, I have a child."
"I meant, is this your first time selling yourself?"
Her words hit me hard. I lowered my gaze.
She awkwardly stepped away, leaving me to face a group of men waiting outside.
They were sizing me up, their crude remarks echoing in the air.
I couldn't make out their words, but it felt as if insects were crawling all over my skin, making me restless.
Finally, one of the men stepped forward.
He approached me, and I stood frozen, unable to speak.
As he drew closer, a familiar scent of pine wafted toward me.
"Kristen Helberg."
His voice hit me like a slap, and I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes wide.
Noticing my reaction, he let out a satisfied chuckle.
"Who would've thought I'd run into the former campus belle here?
"Five thousand dollars a night,
"Such a high price. Do you really think you're worth it?"
After a long pause, I finally snapped back to reality, reeling from the shock.
I couldn't believe the man who had chosen me was Adam Lawrence.
Back in college, my father had been the principal who sponsored Adam and his sister.
I had been infatuated with his good looks and determination, trailing after him like a lovesick puppy.
After a relentless pursuit, I confessed my feelings, and he accepted me.
But everything crumbled when his sister went missing for two days. When she returned, she brought a video that accused my father of rape, claiming he had exploited her under the pretense of extra lessons.
In an instant, my world shattered.
My father was imprisoned, and we drained our savings to pay off the victim and navigate the legal mess. We even sold our house, but nothing changed.
Adam, filled with rage and betrayal, cornered me one day, and in front of a group, he raped me.
My last shred of hope disintegrated. I plummeted from the heights of privilege to the depths of despair, reduced to nothing more than a speck of dirt.
Now, three years later, I faced Adam in this humiliating position. "I... I must look disgusting to you. I'll back out. I'll find someone else..."
Before I could finish, Adam yanked me toward him and shoved me onto the sofa.
His body pressed against mine, radiating an unbearable heat, his voice a low murmur in my ear. "Who else would want a blind freak like you?"
His words pierced me like a knife.
Yes, I was blind now.
I was no longer that vibrant, beautiful heiress.
I had an unplanned child, and my three-year-old was gravely ill with a rare disease that required exorbitant surgery fees.
In my desperation, I had cried until I was blind. With no job prospects, I had come here, hoping for a miracle.
Five thousand dollars a night, little by little, was all I could scrape together for my child's surgery.
I had lost everything except for my child.
Adam held me tightly, his heavy breathing filled with hatred.
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