In a hotel room that was quite cool, even almost cold, it was enough to make one shiver, but perhaps for the two people, a man and a woman, who were lying on the bed, sharing sweat and moaning to each other, the air in the room felt hot.
However, it was more accurate to say that the man dominated the love game, while the woman just lay there silently, resigned. The heated activity lasted all night, leaving the woman exhausted and asleep.
Morning came and the sunlight seeped through the cracks in the window. Bella slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at the empty, cold side of the bed. The man who had slept with her last night was no longer there.
Bella tried to get up and frowned as she bit her lower lip. It was difficult to walk. She stopped for a moment and stared blankly around the room, then Bella gasped when she saw red stains on the white sheets that looked so contrasting.
The beautiful woman with shoulder-length black hair and a disheveled appearance was named Arrabella Indriani, 19 years old.
"Damn that man, akkh... if it weren't for having to pay such high hospital bills for my father's treatment, I wouldn't have taken this path, selling my virginity to a stranger," said Arabella sadly. A single tear fell from her tired eyes.
With a limping gait, she made her way to the bathroom, wanting to wash away the pain that consumed her body.
"Forgive me, Father. I did this all because I want you to get well again."
Arabella had been washing herself for nearly an hour, drenching her entire body with the shower, soaking in the water, repeatedly pouring soap over her body marked with the traces of ownership. The red marks left by that man were clearly visible all over her body.
Finally, Arabella decided to get out of the bathroom and finish her shower.
"After showering, my body feels much fresher now," she muttered, then Bella sat on the edge of the bed where she and her one-night stand had been intimate the night before. She noticed a piece of paper on the mattress.
Arabella's slender fingers trembled slightly as she held the check lying on the mattress.
"Ten billion, why did he pay so much when I only asked for five billion," she whispered with trembling lips.
Then Bella noticed a handwritten note near the check. She frowned in surprise, picked up the note, and read it.
"I gave you extra money because you turned out to be a virgin."
The writing on the paper broke Bella's heart and her self-esteem collapsed. Bella's fingers clenched the paper tightly and threw it on the floor.
"This is my decision," said Arrabella, sobbing sadly. Even though she tried to be strong, the beautiful girl couldn't help but cry.
"After coming this far, I can't back out now. It's better to hurry to the hospital to pay for my father's surgery."
"Besides the high cost of the surgery, there are also the remaining debt installments that must be paid. My father's daily care costs are already expensive, let alone the cost of the surgery," Bella whispered softly, then she quickly changed her clothes.
***
Arrabella walked down the busy hospital corridor and continued on to the special ICU room where her father lay weak, his old body hooked up to various life-support machines.
"Father, it's Bella. I'm here to pay for your heart transplant surgery," she said sadly. Bella knew that the man could not hear what she was saying, let alone answer her.
After seeing her father's condition, Bella walked to the administration room.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. I am the daughter of Mr. Arya Atmajaya and I want to pay for my father's surgery. How much is the total?" Bella asked flatly.
"Yes, just a moment, ma'am, I'll process it first," replied the hospital staff, and shortly thereafter, the payment transaction was complete.
After confirming that everything was settled, Arrabella could only wait anxiously for the heart transplant surgery, which would take place a few days later.
"I'd better go out for a bit to get lunch and then head to campus."
"The money I get can be used to pay for my tuition, which had to be put on hold because my father could no longer afford it," she murmured softly.
Arrabella, a beautiful girl with a tall, slender figure, fair, smooth skin, and long, shiny black hair with a slight wave, had just started her studies at the medical faculty.
Bella walked with her head down and slow steps down the hospital corridor, suddenly stopping when she saw a young man with a sturdy build walking in front of her.
"Well, who's here? It's my beautiful little sister. See, darling, we meet again," said Ares, who turned out to be her stepbrother.
"You, Ares, how dare you show up here after what you and your mother did!" said Arrabella angrily.
"Hey, calm down, baby. Relax, Bella. I just want to visit your father. How is he now?" Ares replied with a smirk and tried to touch his half-sister's shoulder in an inappropriate manner.
"Don't touch me. You've been deceiving us all this time. Because of your actions, our father's condition deteriorated until he eventually had a heart attack due to your mother's behavior in taking over our father's company and leaving behind so much debt."
Arrabella shouted loudly as she stepped back.
Ares' eyes flashed sharply when he received rejection from the girl, his arms clenched tightly.
"Just wait and see, Bella, I will definitely get you, my little girl," said Ares as he blew her a kiss with his finger, then the young man turned around and hurried away from there.
Arrabela stood still and frozen in place, her breath feeling tight, her gaze momentarily staring into the distance. The beautiful girl then took a deep breath and exhaled, remembering her tragic life story.
Born as the daughter of a successful businessman, when the beautiful girl turned 17, her mother died in a traffic accident.
Her father remarried a beautiful woman named Selina, who was none other than Ares' mother.
One day, her father's company went bankrupt because he was cheated by her stepmother and Ares, and all his assets were gone. The house was also seized because he couldn't pay his debts.
That was the story of why Arrabella was stranded in a room with a man who bought her virginity.
Meanwhile, in another room, a tall, handsome man stood slowly brushing his hair. He was lost in thought in front of a window overlooking the cityscape from the top of the building.
"Why am I still thinking about that girl from last night? What was so different about her?" Arvel wondered.
This man is Arvel Hartanto, the CEO of the successful Hartanto Group.
Arvel gazed into the distance for a moment, then suddenly rubbed his temples.
"Damn, last night when I was with that woman, I forgot to use protection. She really made me lose myself. I couldn't stop touching her."
"What if she gets pregnant," Arvel muttered with a hint of worry.
Then Arvel took out his phone and called someone.
"Reno, try to investigate the girl I was with."
Arvel ended the call and sighed deeply.
"That woman, she's truly different. Why can't I stop thinking about her?"