My Fiancée is a Prostitute

My Fiancée is a Prostitute

Chapters: 67
Updated: 19 Dec 2024
Author: willbeasomebody
4.6

Synopsis

Romano "Ram" Santiago is a well-known businessman, he is known to be a protege when it comes to the business world, and everything he puts his mind on always means success, he has everything, a successful career, wealth, and even a beautiful girlfriend who loves him, but what he didn't expect that his girlfriend would leave him, and because of his sadness, but more on frustration, he hired a prostitute which he usually didn't do, a prostitute that turned out to be a virgin. How would his perfect world be turned upside-down just because of a prostitute named Atilla Salvador?

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CHAPTER 1: Meet Romano "Ram" Santiago | My Fiancée is a Prostitute

Ram's POV.

I couldn't stop the wide grin from appearing on my face. I mean, who wouldn't smile when you beat your mortal enemy?

I just beat my biggest rival in almost everything, may it be with business, sports, or even antique auction events that were held in Makati.

Jeffrey and I were rivals, and I think this rivalry started way back in college when we were schoolmates.

I always make sure to come on top, be it in academics, sports, or even with women.

I admit there were times, that I courted whoever Jeffrey liked just to piss him off, which led Jeffrey to do everything just to beat me, but so far, he didn't succeed even once.

I'm not sure when it started, but ever since I was a child, I always wanted to have control of everything in my life, I always wanted to be one step ahead of everything, and I wanted to be the best in everything.

I didn't want to be told what I needed to do because I wanted to have the power to make my own decisions.

I want that feeling that I can control the people around me without breaking a sweat. Maybe it's just me, maybe I want to have full control of everything, and that power comes with being rich.

Whoever said that money can't buy you happiness doesn't have a clue about how it feels to be wealthy.

At the age of nineteen, I managed to build my own business without any help from my dad and managed to earn a million dollars from my business, now that I am twenty-five, the business world sees me like an assassin, and my competitors are always weary when dealing with me.

When my dad decided to retire and handed me the family business, I decided to merge my own business with the family business since it would be easier for me to manage everything.

Like Henry Cervantes, I want to be well-known not only in Asia but around the world. Following the merger, I was regarded as one of the most promising billionaire businessmen in Asia, not just in the Philippines.

I woke up from my short trance when a familiar song popped from the radio in my car.

I'm on my way to my condo unit, which is in Bonifacio Global City in a famous tower in Taguig.

Makati is close to Taguig, so there was no need for me to drive quickly; I simply savored the sensation of victory while enjoying the ride.

I couldn't help but sing along to the song currently playing on the radio, which is Hall of Fame by The Script.

I felt like this song was actually meant for me, and described what I was feeling right now.

Listening to the lyrics of the song, I couldn't stop myself from jamming to the song, but I felt annoyed when the song was interrupted by an incoming call, that annoyance suddenly disappeared however and a smile appeared on my lips when I saw the name of my girlfriend on the caller id of my phone.

"Hi, hon, did you miss me? I'm already on my way," I said while smiling seductively.

Thinking about my beautiful and sexy girlfriend, brought a sense of pride within me.

We've been living together for about a year, and Janine is one of the most wonderful things to happen in my life.

She's an international runway model, she comes from a respected and well-known clan in the country; and, more importantly, she's so beautiful and sexy that most men envy me.

So how could I not be thrilled to have her as my girlfriend? However, her words quickly turned my pleasant disposition into a terrible one.

"I'm leaving you," she said.

It took me a whole minute to grasp what she had meant, which left me distraught.

I didn't expect to hear this from her, especially since I knew how much she loved me.

"No, you can't," I said, feeling at a loss after finding my voice.

"Damn it, Ram! I have no choice!" She exclaimed, frustration in her voice, and before I could reply, she immediately hung up.

I sped up my car just to get to our place as soon as possible.

I will not let her leave me, and Ram gets what he wants, as I have since I was a kid.

It didn't take long for me to arrive at our condo building, and just right on time, I saw Janine walking out, pulling her suitcase.

The moment my car stopped and I got out, I noticed Janine looking at me, and I could tell from her uncertain gaze that she didn't want to leave me, which was a good sign.

She waited for me to get close to her, and she didn't resist when I held her hand while looking at her.

"Please don't leave."

"I'm sorry, Ram, but there is nothing I can do; Dad already threatened that he would disown me if I didn't agree to marry the guy he wanted for me, he wouldn't leave me a single cent!" she exclaimed.

When I heard that, I inwardly cursed because I couldn't believe her father would still go to the trouble of arranging an arranged marriage in this day and age.

"Does it matter if he disowned you? You don't have to worry if your dad decides to abandon you," I said, feeling confident about myself.

I mean, what does she have to worry, I can provide for her; heck, I can give her anything she wants and she didn't need to move a finger anymore.

Her eyes brightened as she heard what I had to say, and I couldn't help but feel hopeful as a result, but what she said next caught me off guard.

"Are you going to marry me?" she asked, looking so happy.

When I said that I could give her anything, I meant that I could give her anything that money could buy, but marriage was far from my mind when I thought of those things.

Although I genuinely like Janine, I'm not thinking about getting married just now. Right now, I'm happy with our relationship, and what's the rush to get into marriage when we are still young and have our own future ahead of us?

"What I meant to say was that I could provide you with anything you need. We're still young, Janine, why should we rush into getting married?"

She was obviously disappointed because that was not what she expected to hear from me, but what could I do? To be honest, I didn't believe I would be settling down anytime soon, so I'm not really ready to settle down just yet.

For me, marriage is merely a piece of paper that conveys to everyone that your freedom has come to an end.

"Tell me, Ram, do you even love me?" She asked, her gaze fixed on me.

I was at a loss for words when I looked at her; I didn't know how to respond to her question, and when I remained tight-lipped, she chose to ask another one.

"Did you even love me? Just even a bit?"

I just stood there staring at her beautiful face; I could see the pain in her eyes when she didn't hear anything from me, especially when she didn't hear what she wanted to hear.

Honestly, I've never believed in love, so I'm not sure how I should react. I think people use love as a stupid fabrication in their imaginary world.

"I... like you," I said, and I couldn't help but curse myself because I'm not used to stuttering, I don't stutter!

"Ram Santiago doesn't stutter!"

I had no idea how long we had been standing there, staring at one other's faces.

"Goodbye, Ram," she whispered, eventually removing her hand from mine.

She chose to leave with her bag and walk away from me without looking back, telling me that she already made her choice.

I couldn't take my eyes off her until she reached a waiting car that I had missed earlier. When I saw the man getting out of the car, I was taken aback, but that didn't take long because it was replaced by rage.

"Hi, Ram!"

The person who got out of the car was Jeffrey, and I wanted to slam my fist into his face because of the cockiness on his face.

I noticed that Janine was not nervous when I looked at her, and I was somewhat uneasy with the idea that had crossed my mind upon seeing Jeffrey at that exact moment. My gaze moved from one of them to the other.

"What the hell are you doing here, Montebon?" I asked coldly, even though there was already an idea forming at the back of my mind.

Montebon is Jeffrey's surname.

My question caused him to smile more broadly, and I had the impression that he was amused by my outburst, while I resisted the temptation to strike him in the face to remove his arrogance.

I tried to retain my composure, I didn't want them to think that their presence was affecting me, even though that was the case.

Even while it was true that their presence was affecting me, I made an effort to maintain my composure.

"I'm just here to pick up my fiancee, let's go, Janine," he said, looking possessively at her.

My suspicion was further supported by Jeffrey's remarks, and I couldn't shake the grating sensation that something I owned had been taken from me.

With a pleading expression on her face, Janine seemed to be expecting me to step in and rescue her, but I remained motionless and watched as they got into Jeffrey's car and drove off.

She already made her decision, and she decided to leave me and be with my enemy.

"The hell with this!" I angrily muttered, because for once, I didn't know what to do.

I would be lying if I said I didn't have any thoughts when Janine left me. We've been living together for about a year, but the grief was quickly replaced by another emotion.

I was pissed because of Jeffrey; my ego couldn't accept the fact that I lost my girl to him, and for once, I felt I lost to him.

CHAPTER 2: The Prostitute | My Fiancée is a Prostitute

Ram's POV.

"Damn it!" I couldn't stop muttering as I kept hitting the steering wheel of my car.

It's still hard for me to accept the fact that I lost Janine to Jeffrey Monteban.

Of all people, why did it have to be him? Why did Janine's parents decide to choose Jeffrey as Janine's fiance?

"Damn it!"

Another curse slipped out of my mouth. I absolutely despise the feeling that someone has made a fool out of me; more than the emotional pain, I feel as though my pride has been hurt as a result of what has happened.

I mean, come on, I'm Romano Santiago for crying out loud; I always get what I want and who I want, and nobody dares to take what's mine.

I continued driving without any clear destination in mind, and then I realized that I was somewhere in Quezon City, where a lot of bars were operating.

I decided to go to the closest bar, and as soon as I was seated, I called the server to place my order.

"Bottle of Scotch," I said.

After getting my order, the server left, and a few minutes later, he returned with my order.

I quickly unscrewed the cap and poured the golden liquid into my glass.

As I sipped the drink, I felt a scorching sensation and a bitter taste run through my throat, but it didn't stop me from continuing.

I wanted to drown myself in the liquor I was drinking, I kept imagining Jeffrey's sneering face, and God knows how much I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone approaching me.

I took a moment to examine the woman in front of me, and I must say that she is rather beautiful.

She has long eyelashes that I can tell are not real, but they complement her hazel brown eyes, which I can tell are simply contacts, and she has a gorgeous nose that I can tell was augmented through surgery.

My eyes briefly went down to her big breasts, and I could tell that those were real at least.

I could already feel my manhood reacting just by looking at her, she may not be on par with Janine's beauty, but she would do for the night.

"No, not at all; please have a seat," I said.

She immediately sat down on the seat beside me, and I could smell the expensive perfume she was wearing because of how close she was to me.

My lust increased when I felt her soft hands boldly touching my chest, and when I didn't resist, she moved her hand down to my semi-erected manhood.

Her eyes widened, and an excited grin appeared on her lips when she felt the length of my dick.

I'm guessing she was happy with what she touched and that she should wait until my manhood was fully awake.

"So, what's bothering you, handsome? Maybe I can help," she said in her most seductive voice, gently caressing my length.

Her gentle caress on my member finally woke up my desire, but I felt like I was splashed with cold water when I turned my eyes to the bar's entrance.

The lust I was feeling earlier suddenly disappeared, but instead was replaced by rage, when I saw Janine and Jeffrey together.

I mean, of all places, why did they have to go here, when I was trying to forget about them?

When I saw Janine's stunning face, I couldn't help but compare the woman beside me with her.

She's so inferior to Janine that the lust I was experiencing earlier disappeared, and I had a bitter taste in my mouth, thinking that I'd almost settle for someone like her.

I was hoping they wouldn't notice me, but when I observed Jeffrey staring in my direction, I knew I needed to brace myself.

"Small world, I didn't expect to see you here. Mind if we join you guys?" Jeffrey said.

I couldn't help but notice how he smirked at the woman next to me as if disregarding her, and I couldn't blame him.

Janine is like a signature bag from Paris, whereas the woman next to me is an imitation; she may appear original, but the truth remains: she is fake.

I wanted to punch him, but it would make me appear like a loser, so I had to keep it to myself.

While Jeffrey was busy being an absolute jerk, Janine was silent and looked at me with a questioning glance, as if she had any right to feel that I had betrayed her.

She was the one who betrayed me, and of all people, it had to be Jeffrey Montebon!

"You can take our table since I and this hottie are going to leave now if you know what I mean," I remarked slyly.

I ran my fingers along her exposed shoulder, totally ignoring Janine's glare. I honestly don't care what she thinks, she was the one who dumped me in the first place.

I called the waiter and asked for our bill; after paying, we decided to leave with my arms wrapped around the slender waist of the woman next to me, who was squirming like a worm.

I could still feel Janine's stare as we went towards the exit, and once we were out of the bar, I decided to let her go.

"Where are you planning to take me?" she asked, coming in closer so that I could see more of her cleavage as if it would still have the same effect as before.

"Sorry, babe, but I need to leave. I still have something to take care of, but can you do me a favor and don't go back to that bar?" I pulled my face near to her ear, softly biting her earlobe, and a smile appeared on my lips when I heard her gasp.

"Su... sure but make sure to call me, ok?" She said, looking delirious.

I pretended to key in her number on my phone, and then after that, she finally left.

She truly expected me to get back to her, but I had no intention of doing so; it was so easy for me to gain anyone's trust, and they were so quick to accept my lies.

I walked straight to the parking lot to get my car; I was thinking of heading home because I was already nauseated from what I had drunk at the bar.

I tried to ignore the disorientation and, after a few minutes behind the wheel, I promptly tried the car, but it didn't start, much to my disappointment.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I continued to hit the steering wheel when my car didn't start.

"Will nothing good ever happen to me?" I mumbled as I grew bored of banging the wheel.

Instead of calling for help, I opted to get out of the car and look for a cab, but all of the ones that passed by were already occupied.

I continued walking, expecting to find an empty taxi, but I had no idea I had arrived in Cubao while seeking for a cab.

I opted to cross the street by the flyover when I encountered a woman wearing too much makeup.

"Do you need a woman, handsome?" she asked, staring at me with much interest.

I saw how she looked at me, particularly the watch I was wearing, which was a special edition.

"The fuck? I don't need to pay a girl to have sex with me; I'm used to women offering themselves so they can sleep with me," I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," I answered firmly, and aside from not having to pay a woman for sex, I doubt she'd have any prostitutes who would appeal to me.

But the woman in thick makeup was so determined that she grabbed my right arm, even before I could walk away.

"Come on, handsome; I guarantee you won't be sorry, and all my women are cheap," she persisted.

"Get off me! Leave me alone!" I cried, yanking my arm away from her, and eventually walking away from her.

I was a few yards away from her when I became dizzy from the drink I drank; I rarely drink in such a way because I normally drink to socialize.

I was ready to fall when I felt hands on my right arm as if she was trying to help me.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worried, and for some reason, her voice fascinated me, but when I realized I didn't have time to interact with people like her, I couldn't help but snap at her.

"Let go of me! Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, I'm not..."

I was taken aback when I finally saw the woman who had saved me, and for some reason, I felt as if time had stopped and only we existed.

She has expressive brown eyes, which I believe are her natural color; long eyelashes that accentuate her eyes; a nicely formed nose; and thin, reddish lips.

My gaze was drawn to her lips, and I was astonished by the strong desire to taste those cherry lips.

I couldn't help but feel a desire for her from the moment I laid eyes on her, which baffled me.

"You know what? I actually changed my mind, come with me," I said.

I could tell I caught her off guard because of my words.

I assumed she was startled because I had previously told her accomplice that I had no intention of hiring a prostitute, but something about her grabbed my interest.

Aside from her appealing qualities, which are significantly superior to Janine's, she exudes a sense of familiarity that I can't explain, which is impossible because I've never met a prostitute.

I had only moved ten feet before discovering she hadn't followed me when I turned around and found her standing in the same spot.

I couldn't help but observe that she doesn't wear a lot of make-up, which just adds to her natural attractiveness, and the simplicity of her clothes would trick anyone into thinking she's not a hooker.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked, and my brows furrowed when I walked back.

She appeared reluctant for some reason that puzzled me, or perhaps it was her effort to spark her client's interest in her but to be honest, she didn't need to pretend because anyone would be attracted to her simply by looking at her.

She slowly extended her hand to me, and before she could change her mind, I grabbed her hand, puzzled by the feeling that if I let her hand go, I wouldn't be able to see her anymore.

I continued walking while holding her hand until we reached the other side of the road.

There are motels around the area, but I decided to bring her to one of the most prestigious hotels in the Philippines, which is in Makati.

Luckily, we finally found an available taxi, so I got inside with the prostitute next to me.

"Where are we going?" The taxi driver asked.

"Drive us to Makati," I said and leaned back as we waited for our destination.

The prostitute remained silent, and I could tell she was still nervous, and I was worried she would change her mind.

"Hell no!" I thought to myself, I would not let her escape, and I would make sure to pay her handsomely so she would never have to sell herself again.

As I said, I don't normally hire prostitutes, but for some reason, I felt a strong attraction toward her, and again, there was this sense of familiarity I couldn't explain.