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~Bella's POV
I returned to my room, every step heavier than the last. The walls of the brothel felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with the weight of everything that had gone wrong. Clara's words echoed in my mind, her harsh tone and cruel laughter looping in my head like a broken record. Find someone else to take care of you. That's how it works in this business.
It was true, wasn't it? No one cared about my problems, my struggles. They all had their own lives to live, their own worries, their own priorities. And yet, here I was—fighting to keep my head above water, drowning in debt, and struggling to keep my family afloat. Mia's hospital bills were climbing higher every day, and Noah—he was still so young, so innocent. I had to do whatever it took to make sure they had what they needed, even if it meant swallowing my pride and asking people like Clara for help.
