White love strives.

"I have an assignment for you," Ivy said as she removed the cigarette stick from her mouth and expelled the smoke.

"I'm at your service ma'am". The man replied almost immediately with a deep voice.

"Do you know this lady?" Ivy asked, handing him a picture.

"Yes, I do; this is Mrs Collins, wife to one of the most influential billionaires in the city." The man replied as he stared at the picture.

"Spare me the details!" Ivy muttered, rolling her eyes.

"I need you to track her down and rape her."

"What?" The man exclaimed with furrowed brows.

"Why are you shouting, you idiot? You do as I say, or else I will ensure that you return behind bars where you belong." Ivy replied in a superior tone.

"There will be no need for that, ma'am; consider it done. I will be expecting the advance payment". The man said with a low tone.

"Whatever, just do a clean job; leave no traces behind". Ivy replied, letting out a scoff; she dropped the cigarette remains on the ground and stepped on it, walking away as she added,

"Don't forget to take pictures of the scenes."

Rachel sat at a corner of the bar sipping from a glass of wine and casually scrolling through her phone. She expected Kira, her best friend, to arrive a few minutes ago, but she was nowhere to be found.

Some moments later, a tall man approached her and tried to start a conversation.

"I'm married". Rachel sassed at him as she raised her right hand in the air showing off her diamond ring.

He tried speaking further but she ignored him and continued scrolling through her phone. The man seized the opportunity to drop some pills in her glass and away.

Rachel swallowed the remaining contents of her glass with an eye roll and returned to her phone. Shortly after she began to feel unusually hot and uneasy; gradually, her sight became blurry. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, but it only became worse. Soon, she slumped against the table, numb.

The man who approached her earlier was watching her closely from a distance. When he saw that the pills were effective, he rushed to her and surreptitiously carried her away.

Shutting the hotel room door behind him, he laid her on the bed and took off her dress. Rachel was a very alluring woman, and a gaze at her naked body gave him and filled him with lust, which made his work easier. Without wasting time, quickly undressed himself and had his way with her unresponsive form. Thereafter, he took pictures of her in obscene scenes and left just as subtle as he had arrived.

Rachel woke up the next morning feeling weak and dizzy. She groggily stretched her hands across the bed expecting her husband's muscular form, but was confused to find the bed was empty. She quickly sat up and looked around her and was even more perplexed as she noticed that she was not in her room.

As if that wasn't surprising enough, she realized she was naked. Rachel swiftly pulled her clothes on as she racked her brain for the memories of the previous night but to no avail.

She went out of the room and hurried downstairs to the receptionist's desk tears running down her cheeks.

"How exactly did I end up in your hotel room? I only came to the nightclub !" Rachel yelled, startling the staff.

"Ma'am, you checked in last night with a man." The receptionist replied, looking at her as if he had grown two heads.

"Wh-what?" Rachel stammered.

"Is everything alright ma'am?". The receptionist asked, but Rachel scampered out of the hotel, leaving her with no reply.

She drove home recklessly, sobbing uncontrollably; she could not stomach the thought that she just cheated on Michael.

"How on earth did this happen to me?" Rachel wailed as she stormed into her house and threw herself on the couch, weeping. The helpers were confused by her outburst but no one dared to approach her.

Kira arrived a few hours later and met her friend in a pathetic state.

"Rachel, what is going on? I rushed over immediately after I got your call. You sounded terrible over the phone, what happened?"

"This is all your fault, Kira; if you had arrived at the club last night as planned, all these wouldn't have happened," Rachel said amidst sobs.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kira asked, confused.

"I can't really tell but I think I was raped..." Rachel replied dejectedly.

"Wh-what? How? When? Where?" Kira asked in alarm, staring at her with widened eyes.

Rachel tried her best to explain the incident to Kira with as much as she could remember. Kira was moved to tears as she consoled her.

"I'm very sorry, Rachel; I never planned on bailing on you. My period came in while I was getting ready; you know how torturing my cramps can be, right?"

Rachel remained silent. Kira definitely wasn't expecting an answer from her.

"Where is Michael?" Kira asked, looking around the house.

"He traveled for a business meeting two days ago. I was bored because of his absence, that is what took me to the club in the first place."Rachel replied.

"Better," Kira said, heaving a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean by that?" Rachel asked with a frown.

"It is a good thing that he is not around because he must not hear a word about this," Kira said matter-of-factly.

"Kira, are you sure this is a good idea?" Rachel asked with uneasiness written all over her.

"Of course, this is the best thing you can do; imagine what will happen if anybody finds out about this; it will turn into a huge scandal, and both you and Micheal's reputation will be dragged through the mud.

Rachel barely heard Kira's last words as her thoughts drifted off.

"Who was that man?"

She knew that her rapist was still out there, walking around with the full knowledge of what he had done to her.