From His Pet to His Wife

I used to work as a model, but not the typical kind. In our profession, everyone had a benefactor, someone who supported them financially. I dedicated myself to my benefactor for a year and a half, tending to his needs diligently. Despite my dedication, I was eventually abandoned. Just when I gathered my courage and decided to start afresh, he showed up again, "Do you want to date me? Officially."

I used to work as a model, but not the typical kind; in our profession, everyone had a benefactor, someone who supported them financially.

I had one too, and his name was Sean Lawson. If I were to do the math, it would have been almost a year since I first met him.

Our contract was about to come to an end, and we had just under a fortnight left to decide whether to renew or part ways.

This decision was crucial in our industry, where our careers hinge on our youth, and finding a reliable benefactor wasn't a simple task.

To be honest, I was quite content with Sean as my benefactor, given what remained of my conscience.

If he chose to renew our arrangement, I'd enthusiastically embrace the opportunity.

Unfortunately, based on what I knew about Sean, the outcome hung in the balance. He’s an absolute charmer.

When a man's wealth and power reached a certain level, there was naturally a constant influx of newcomers seeking his favor.

No matter how hard I tried, there were limits to what the human body could endure. After being together for a year and experiencing every conceivable scenario, Sean had lost interest in me.

The villa halfway up the mountain, covering nearly five hundred square meters, was the place Sean assigned for me to live — all his lovers lived here, but I couldn't be sure where I stood in the order.

Just the thought of bidding farewell to this grand mansion in another half-month filled me with sadness.

It was close to midnight when the maid woke me up, saying that Sean had arrived.

Naturally, I had to attend to him.

Our profession wasn't as straightforward as it might seem; it wasn't just about lying down with our eyes closed and wearing a seductive smile.

Besides knowing how to please, luck played a significant role. If one found themselves with an unfavorable benefactor, it wasn't just a matter of losing income; it could also lead to their life being ruined.

In my three years in the industry, I had witnessed several of my "colleagues" grappling with such a situation for the remainder of their lives.

I considered myself fortunate. Sean, aside from his penchant for teasing me in that particular regard, had no other noticeable flaws and was remarkably generous.

I hastily donned a robe and made my way downstairs. There, I found Sean already reclined on the sofa, his eyes half-lidded, and the aroma of alcohol lingering around him.

The maid approached with a cup of honey water, and