My Sugar Daddy's Love

To raise money for my brother, Kyson Hopkins's medical treatment, I sold myself. I became the mistress of Greyson Rogers, the renowned heir of the Rogers Family in Acrines. The price was a million a month.

Greyson kept me as a mistress, but he constantly reminded me, "Elliana Hopkins, you're nothing more than a plaything by my side. Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll fall in love with you."

Of course, I never dared to hope for that.

When the month ended, I walked away unscathed.

Yet, Greyson, with reddened eyes, cornered me against the wall, "I'll give you ten million. Will you stay with me for another month?"

I smiled and shook my head, "Greyson, we agreed it was just for fun. Why are you taking it seriously?"

Half a year ago, Greyson approached me with an offer to keep me for a million a month.

At that time, I had the dignity to refuse him without a second thought, and slapped him fiercely.

Greyson left in anger, "Elliana, don't regret this. One day you'll come begging to me!"

He was right. I did end up going to him.

Six months later, I made the first move and called him, "Greyson, does your previous offer still stand?"

Greyson's voice was cold, with a hint of mockery, "Elliana, what do you take me for? Someone you can just call and get rid of whenever you want?"

I was momentarily speechless.

After a brief silence, Greyson spoke indifferently, "Room 8 at the Drifting bar. Come over now. If you can make me happy, I'll consider it."

"Alright." I hung up and rushed to the bar.

Pride was worthless when faced with harsh realities.

When I arrived at the bar, Greyson was drinking merrily with a group of wealthy young men.

The private room, with its flickering lights, was filled with an atmosphere of decadence. Greyson sat in the middle, the center of attention.

Upon seeing me, a few of the young men teased, "Oh, isn't this the aloof beauty from University of Acrines? What brings you to a place like this?"

Ignoring their mockery, I walked straight to Greyson.

"So it was Greyson who invited you." Someone said.

Greyson glanced at me coldly, his dark eyes full of disdain.

He spoke sarcastically, "I didn't invite her. She came on her own."

"Wow, Greyson, even the aloof beauty is eager to catch your attention now." Someone teased.

I turned a deaf ear to their taunts.

I stared at Greyson, "Greyson, what do I need to do to make you happy?"

Greyson snorted, pointed at the strong alcohol on the table, and carelessly said, "Drink this bottle, and maybe I'll be happy."

"Alright."

Without hesitation, I picked up the bottle and started drinking.

The cold and spicy liquid flowed into my stomach, the alcohol burning my throat and numbing my nerves.

All around me, the voices of the young men mocked me incessantly.

"Hah, the aloof beauty is nothing special." Someone said.

"Exactly, thought she was so proud, but here she is, eagerly seeking favor from Greyson." Another added.

I ignored them, drinking one gulp after another.

Halfway through, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach, and I couldn't help but press my hand against my abdomen.

"Enough!" Greyson grabbed the bottle from my hand, his face turning dark, and coldly said, "Come with me."

Greyson silently led me out of the private room.

I followed him into the car.

Inside, Greyson mocked, "Elliana, if you knew it would come to this, why pretend to be so proud back then?"

I smiled bitterly.

Indeed, the pride I once held dear was now worthless.

After a moment of silence, I asked him, "Greyson, are you happy now?"

"Happy?" Greyson sneered, "You think drinking a few sips of alcohol will make me happy?"

He turned to me, speaking each word clearly, "To make me happy, it depends on your performance in bed."

I unconsciously clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

I knew this moment would come eventually.

I steeled myself and said, "Alright, take me to your place."

"Heh." Greyson coldly laughed.

Perhaps in his mind, I was a woman driven by profit and greed. But it didn't matter; I was indeed after his money.

I was in desperate need of money. Kyson's illness couldn't wait.

Greyson took me to his residence.

"Take it off." As soon as we entered, he spoke coldly.

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, followed by my pants and underwear...

Greyson stood by, watching with cold eyes.

Just as I was about to remove my underwear, Greyson suddenly turned off the lights.

The room was immediately plunged into darkness.

Greyson lifted me and threw me onto the bed.

He pressed down on me, and his scorching kiss covered my lips.

The night was dark, the moonlight cold, just like my heart, filled with sorrow.

Afterward, Greyson lit a cigarette, sitting at the bedside, puffing smoke into the air.

Amidst the haze, he transferred five hundred thousand to me via his phone. "The remaining five hundred thousand will be given to you in a month. During this month, your time belongs to me. Whenever I need you, you must show up."

I nodded, "Okay."

He stubbed out the cigarette, looking at me coldly, "You can leave now."

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful he didn't ask me to stay the night.

After leaving Greyson's place, I took a cab to the hospital.

It was already midnight, and the ward was silent.

I tiptoed inside. Kyson was asleep, his brows slightly furrowed, his breathing shallow.

The faint moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft and ethereal glow on his face.

I settled into the companion chair and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up early and deposited the five hundred thousand Greyson gave me into Kyson's hospital account. The imported specialty medication cost fifty thousand per injection, and he needed five injections a month. The money should sustain him for two months.

When I returned to the ward, Kyson was already awake. He was sitting up in bed, frowning as he gazed out the window, his handsome face filled with exhaustion.

Hearing the noise, he turned to look at me, "Elliana, you didn't sleep at school again last night?"

I set down the breakfast I brought, smiling, "Yeah, I'm in my internship period now, so it's okay not to return to school."

Kyson's frown deepened, "The conditions at school are slightly better. It's uncomfortable sleeping in the hospital."

"It's fine, Kyson." I set up breakfast for him on the table, but the payment slip accidentally slipped out of my pocket.

I hurried to pick it up, but Kyson got to it first.

He glanced at it, his face changing dramatically, "Five hundred thousand?" Kyson said in disbelief, "Elliana, where did you get so much money?"

I avoided his gaze, stammering, "I... borrowed it."

"Borrowed? Who would lend you that much money?"

"It was... my roommate."