The President's 50 Million Girl

Name: The President's 50 Million Girl
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Desti Angraeni

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Amira was suddenly forced by her mother to sell herself for the sake of the family economy. However, this innocent girl unexpectedly meets the wrong client, Erzhan - the heir of an old money family in the city. The man even admitted wanting to order women to spend the evening looking different. So, what will happen next between Amira and that man? So, will Amira be trapped forever in the illicit world created by her mother?

Modern Revenge Love triangle CEO Sweet Drama Age gap Billionaires

Chapter 3 Stay at My Villa

05-08 16:20

Chapter 1 What is This Place

A nineteen-year-old girl walked with her head down in front of many men who glanced at her. All kinds of men and women were in the room like a party room, colourful drinks were spread on every table, and various sweet foods were also served.

However, the girl named Amira didn't dare to raise her face because so many couples showed off their affection. Whether it's a young woman with an older man or an older woman and a young man. There are many strange couples in this large room.

Amira's ivory white dress with a hint of peach was quite bold compared to her age. This dress is split at the back, then at the bottom, only fabric hangs over the buttocks and extends past the ankles. However, it is split high up to the thighs, making her beautiful legs visible.

Tall and slim shoes complement Amira's appearance tonight. Long black hair with curls hanging downplayed with the beat of his footsteps. "Mom, what place is this, where are we?" Amira's voice was only heard again after entering this place.

Amira did not walk alone, beside her was a woman with a luxurious appearance. Her appearance is like that of all the women who inhabit the room. Even though Fatma usually only wears simple clothes on her body, now, the forty-seven-year-old woman has become a rich person. "Mommy will take you to another room after this, sit there sweetly, don't let your make-up come off from sweat, let alone tears." Fatma's flat attitude without adding a smile.

"What is that place?" Amira was curious and chose to look at Fatma as she walked rather than stare at the contents of the room, which seemed only to be filled with sin.

"Stop asking. Just move gracefully!" Fatma's facelifted as if to emphasize her aura and elegance. However, Amira always looked down until she stopped after leaving the party room and passing through several luxurious hallways.

It wasn't without reason that Amira stopped in her tracks, it was because Fatma stretched out one hand in front of the girl's stomach. "This is the place." This woman's two round eyes aimed straight at the room number pasted on the door's surface.

Amira's forehead furrowed in surprise as she looked at her mother, then turned her gaze to the numbers printed quite large. "What place?"

Fatma glanced briefly at Amira, then opened the door slowly until it created a gap as wide as Amira's body. "Come in, all you have to do is sit back and wait."

Fatma's flat expression was always the only expression on her face today. Even though the woman usually uses a lot of expressions in one day, sometimes she gets annoyed seeing Amira, expresses anger and is curt. However, today, it was all gone, a deadpan attitude replaced all those expressions.

Amira looked confused at Fatma, "What or who is Ami waiting for?"

"Just come in," said Fatma with a slight glance and an always flat expression.

Now, Amira is trying to find out what is in there through a door gap that is as wide as her body. There are luxurious curtains, then a long sofa, which is also luxurious, and then a large mirror that reflects across the room, much can be seen in the reflection. Everything Amira saw was under very bright lights.

So, this girl thought that there was a place for great and wealthy people. Immediately, his heart pounded. Then immediately said, "Mom, Ami doesn't want to come in. What should Ami do there? And maybe Ami doesn't belong there."

Now Fatma looked at Amira, not just a casual glance, but her expression remained flat even though there was a slight reprimand and insistence, "Listen, mommy. Mommy has come a long way to bring you here. What do you think it's for, if mom's goal isn't to make you worthy of being in that place."

"But Ami doesn't want to go in alone... will mom come along?" Fatma's right hand was taken, but Fatma pushed her daughter's hand away using rough methods.

"Come in, now!" Fatma's eyes were completely round. This is a sign that the order cannot be denied. Expressions and attitudes like this are common for Amira. So, the girl didn't dare to say anything other than look at wanting pity. Fatma opened the entrance slightly as she gently pushed Amira's back until the girl's body entered the room.

Amira immediately turned her body towards Fatma. "When will mom pick Ami up?" Her anxiety was shown on her beautiful face.

"Just sit there!" Fatma immediately closed the door. Amira felt the separation between her and her mother was like the world was splitting apart. His hand reached out, but it did not seem enough to reach Fatma.

"Mommy..." Amira whined, she was an innocent girl; this was the first time Amira was separated from Fatma - the woman who raised her since she was eight. The tall and sturdy door was still being looked at until Amira turned to the room that housed it.

The whole room was filled with luxurious objects. This was Amira's first experience of being surrounded by luxury objects until, for a moment, her eyes widened in fascination.

However, a second later, his heart started beating fast again. "What room is this? Do I have to sit and wait here? When will Mom pick me up?" The look on her face only showed feelings of anxiety, even her palms were wet with sweat until they were rubbed on the dress that was clinging fragilely to her body.

Amira's beautiful eyes were still watching the room, but her feet did not move from when she first entered. In front was a balcony, the door was wide open so that gusts of wind touched Amira's face and hair.

Again, Amira tried to find out what was there or who was there. His head was tilted slightly so that it seemed as if his eyes were looking at the figure of a man wearing a black suit standing with his back to him. Of course, this girl was shocked until her feet took one step back, and then her back touched the door. "D-did I see wrong?" His hands were clenched into fists in front of his thin lips. Now, Amira feels excessively anxious.

Tall and slender shoes made Amira's body taller. This girl turned around to turn the door handle, but the tall, sturdy door was locked outside. "Gosh, why is this!" His hands continued to turn the door handle even though it didn't happen anything. Amira's heartbeat became increasingly erratic until her palms tried to pound on the door. "Someone, please open the door...."

Suddenly, a man's throat cleared, which sounded beautiful to Amira's ears but also sounded cold, making the girl blink nervously, her body stiff.

To be continued...