Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
A Return To Love's Madness
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
When Love Comes Late
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
"Wake up Olivia! I'm hungry!"
"Okay Khloe, I heard you." She replied to her best friend. They were living together downtown and they had met through prostitution. Today it was her turn to go do the groceries, She woke up and showered. Her hair color was usually white because of the wig she wore but her natural color hair was jet black which usually went well with her hazel eyes, but she always wore a wig because it was hard to remember the girl who had black hair anymore. The girl she buried deep down inside of her. She was dead to her.
This is who she was now and she had to accept that.
Being a prostitute was very draining, it isn't for the light-hearted. She usually woke up at twelve in the afternoon or later depending on what time she would get back but she was usually back by two in the morning latest. She didn't like going out for much longer than that, it was as if every day one would risk their lives just to survive, there were pimps and all sorts of horrors out there.
She had dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and she met Khloe who was twenty at the time. Now five years down the line as prostitutes she realized it was hard. She had no parents to look out for her as they had died that very year when she became a prostitute. She hadn't taken it so well back then. Her only means of escape from foster homes was this but little did she know this occupation was hell itself.
The worst torment was the thoughts that often plagued her, she couldn't afford to slip into depression. Yet she was on the verge of it.
She walks to Khloe's room "Money please."