Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 439

Millie whispered, "Got anything to eat?"

The woman gave a soft chuckle, sizing her up before saying, "Come on in."

Millie lifted her gaze to the neon sign — Frostbite Club.

She knew what she was getting into, but driven by hunger, exhaustion, and a longing for a taste of the high life, she followed the woman through the door...

She needed to survive.

Only by surviving could she get her revenge on Murray and Roseanne!

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But reality gave Millie a harsh lesson. Earning money wasn't as easy as she'd imagined.

Thanks to her good looks, she was hired on the spot.

The Frostbite Club offered her free food and a place to stay, and that night, Millie finally got a good night's sleep.

The next night, she slipped into a revealing mini skirt and was led by the so-called "floor manager" to a private booth.

The door shut behind them.

The soundproofing was so effective that not a whisper escaped.

When the door opened again, Millie staggered out.

Her skirt was torn to shreds, her high heels gone, leaving her in just her underwear.

Marks of varying depths covered her chest, thighs, side waist, and neck, some still oozing blood.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, her voice hoarse from screaming, clutching a stack of bills tightly in her arms.

She got five thousand dollars in two hours.

She attempted a smile, thinking she should feel happy.

But her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out, cold winds mercilessly pouring in.

Millie lasted three days.

Covered in bruises, she earned twenty thousand dollars.

She wasn't greedy and immediately asked to leave.

But the manager just laughed at her demand—

"Leave? What do you think the Frostbite Club is? A farmers' market? Come and go as you please?"

"You're making thousands a day, isn't that sweet? Why leave?"

Millie stood her ground.

Twenty thousand was enough for a fresh start.

Seeing she was unyielding, the manager dropped the pretense, "Fine, leave if you want. Just pay the penalty fee."

"Penalty fee?"

"Alright."

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Millie was locked in the storeroom for three days.

During those days, she was allowed only 50ml of water daily, barely clinging to life.

Surrounded by pitch darkness, hunger and thirst nearly drove her mad.

She couldn't help but remember a month ago, living in luxury, waited on hand and foot, eating whatever she desired.

Why had it come to this?

She used to drink bird's nest soup like water, and now, even a sip of water was a luxury.

"Help me..."

She didn't know how many times she had called out.

The only response was the endless darkness and overwhelming fear.

Suddenly, Millie found a shard of glass in a corner.

Picking it up, she slowly brought it to her wrist and pressed down hard!

Her vein split open, releasing warm, fresh blood.