Ruined By The Man I Loved Novel by Rely _ Novel




Ruined By The Man I Loved Chapter 01

"If you need money that badly, go dance at a club. That's where rich men throw their cash."
Raiden Martinez—the once-broke sponsored student—watched me tremble in pain, a vicious smile twisting his lips.
Right after graduation, I had snuck out with my ID and lost my virginity to him in a cheap rental.
I thought we were going to get married. Instead, he spiked my drink.
The next morning, a video of me being gang-raped looped across the billboards in downtown Houston. The caption read: "Daughter of the Supreme Court Chief Justice reduced to a cheap baik for the whole city."
I ran out into the middle of a hurricane to confront him, but he kicked me so hard I coughed up blood.
"Your father took a bribe, sentenced my brother to death, and drove my mother to suicide," he barked.
"You deserve this.
"Come near me again, and I'll send the video to every news outlet in Houston."
Unable to bear the shame, my father—a man of integrity his entire life—put on his judicial robes, stood outside the appellate court, and set himself on fire.
Five years later, Raiden had become the most powerful, feared man in Houston, while I had fallen to the very bottom, working as a pole dancer.
Despite his relentless humiliation, I clung to the 10 thousand dollars in my hands, willing to risk my life to keep it.
Because unbeknownst to him, our daughter was lying in the ICU, coughing up blood, with only twenty minutes left to live.
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"Take it off! Keep dancing!"
Inside an underground club.
I hung upside down from a three-meter pole, spinning rapidly, wearing nothing but a cheap, barely-there sequined bikini and twenty-centimeter heels.
The friction had already worn the skin off my inner thighs, leaving them completely raw.
Blood dripped down the cold metal.
Below the stage, a wealthy patron named Collin Quincy held up three thick stacks of cash—totaling 60 thousand dollars.
"Luciana, do the extreme drop without a safety harness, and the money is yours."
60 grand.
It was exactly what I needed for my daughter Miya Granville's bone marrow transplant tomorrow.
I gritted my teeth and let go of the pole.
The air rushed past me.
Just before my head slammed into the floor, I snapped my legs back around the pole, barely catching myself.
The sudden stop violently wrenched my lower back.
A loud crack echoed through my body, followed by a sharp, blinding pain in my spine that made my vision go dark.
The crowd erupted into crude cheers and whistles.
I slid the rest of the way to the floor, gasping for air.
"Mr. Quincy, I did the move. Can I have the money now?"
I held out my shaking hand.
Just then, the heavy soundproof doors were kicked open.
The club went dead silent.
Raiden stepped inside, flanked by bodyguards. Dressed in a custom black suit, he exuded a suffocating, dangerous presence.
Janessa Patel, a famous young actress, clung to his arm.
Ignoring everyone else in the room, Raiden stared me down.
A cold smile formed on his lips.
"Having fun, Mr. Quincy?
"Didn't expect you'd tip someone known for her promiscuity."
The crowd gasped, then burst into loud laughter.
Terrified of getting on Raiden's bad side, Collin scrambled backward and kicked me hard, sending me skidding across the floor.
"Mr. Martinez, what brings you here?" he stammered.
"This woman is just desperate for cash. I was only using her for a bit of entertainment."
Raiden sat down on the center sofa and crossed his legs.
"60 thousand dollars for a dance?
"That's too easy for her."
He grabbed two unopened bottles of Royal Salute from the table and smashed them directly beneath the pole.
Glass exploded across the floor, sending shards flying outward and slicing into my calves. Warm blood started to run down my legs.
Raiden pointed at the mess of liquor and broken glass.
"Throw all 60 thousand dollars onto it."
Collin tore the paper bands off the bundles and hurriedly scattered the bills across the jagged surface.
Raiden's gaze lingered on my pale, drained face.
"You need the money, don't you, Luciana?
"Then don't use your hands.
"Pick up every single bill with your mouth."

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