Chapter 1

"I'm sorry to tell you this, Miss Isabella, I can't do anything, it's not in my hands." The doctor informed her, his eyes holding a pitiful yet helpless glint in them.

"Doctor" she sniffed but he left her at the spot, two nurses trailing behind him.

Isabella felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Where was she supposed to get five million dollars for her mom's surgery? She lost her job last night because she yelled at a customer who had tried to touch her inappropriately.

As the doctor walked away, Isabella bit her lips, lost in thought. Her tears increased with each step she took. It hurt a lot, knowing her mom had suffered greatly for her sake, and now that she needed her, Isabella couldn't help.

She entered her mother's ward, staring at her from afar, she didn't have the mind or courage to move closer to her. It'll weaken her more, staying strong is really important for her.

'You'll be fine, momma,' she assured herself. 'Momma,' she calls her that since childhood, she recalled the beautiful moment she shared with her mom. If she loses her, no one can fill her space in her life, not even the sweetest woman in the world.

She exited from the room quietly, leaving the hospital. Just then, Isabella bumped into a guy, his package falling from his hand as their eyes clashed. Isabella quickly picked up the package and handed it back to him, then walked away, still lost in thought.

The guy stared after her, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. He felt a pang of pity for her, sensing the desperation and sadness emanating from her.

As Isabella walked away, she didn't notice the guy's gaze lingering on her. She was too caught up in her own thoughts, her mind racing with worries about her mother's health and the mounting medical bills. She didn't even know when she reached Sandra's place, her friend's apartment.

Isabella took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. Sandra answered the door, a look of concern etched on her face.

'Hey, girl, what's wrong?' she asked, ushering Annabella inside. Isabella broke down, tears streaming down her face as she explained the situation with her mother. Sandra listened intently, her expression softening with each passing moment.

'I'll help you, Annabella,' Sandra said finally, her voice firm.

'But you have to do something for me,' her expression is flirtatious enough for Isabella to guess what she's getting at.

'Sandra, can't you at least...' She cut her off completely.

'If you don't want me to help you, just leave. I'm not forcing you at all,' Sandra told her, she lit a cigar to smoke.

She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister.

Isabella's heart beat increased fearfully, sensing what Sandra might ask of her. But she was desperate, and she knew she had no other choice.

"I guess you're not ready for this, but will you?"

"Chara, please explain to this kitten"she cut her off and hissed out.

''I offered you a helping hand, but no, you refused as usual, so don't blame me. If you're ready to take off that hoodie and let guys see those bouncing babies of yours, give me a call,"Sandra said and winked at her before walking out of the house.

"Sandy, please listen to me for once, I can't,' Sandra pushed her hands off, making her stagger a bit. Chara laughed. She stood up with her phone in her hand, giving Isabella a disgusting look which didn't affect her at all.

Isabella breathed out; she won't give up at all. Never will she live a life of a prostitute. She's not ready to do what she's offering; it's best to get help from another person. She walked out of the small apartment.

"Izzie, don't watch your mother die like this, don't be a fool like I was when my sister was dying"she said, and Isabella halted.

"You don't get it, I have to pay the bills tomorrow, else my mom will be discharged, and I don't have any money to treat her at home,' she said, sobbing, with tears piling and dropping from her eyes at the same time.

It's urgent,she needs her to understand that.

She left silently, wiping her tears as she left.

Isabella started walking hopelessly, she's been looking for a job but couldn't find any.She caught a glance of a restaurant, that restaurant was where she got fired last night.

TWO DAYS AGO....

Isabella was dressed in a short skimpy black gown that only covered her butt. She felt so uncomfortable in it but she's left with no choice.

She was taking a customer's order, the guy was feasting his eyes on her chest,her cleavage could be seen,looking sexy as always.

She appeared irresistibly sexy. Who wouldn't gaze at her? NO ONE!

"Two bottles of wine"He said and she nodded. His eyes on her front view,exciting him.

Just as she turned, the guy spanked her ass,he was expecting her to turn her ass to him anyways.

Isabella gasped, she hates someone touching her inappropriately,She faced him back and landed a slap on his face. Unable to control her anger,she spilled the glass of water on the table on his ugly face.

"Hey!"The guy growled,wiping his face.

Isabella glared at him and the manager rushed to his rescue at once without looking out for her,she expected it anyways,the manager once asked her to be his girlfriend the first day she got employed which she refused.

"This snitch slapped me, how dare she do that!"He yelled cunningly and she glared more.

"He touched my butt, I didn't slap him for no reason." Isabella defended herself.

"So what if he touched your butt,what's so special about it!"The manager threw words at her and she gasped.

"I....

"Shut it!"He yelled.

The customer's attention was drawn to the table, especially on Isabella.

"Liar,you cheap thing!"He yelled.

"You're the liar here"She retorted and the manager grabbed her hand.

The manager looked at Isabella who shook her head trying to explain herself.

"Security!"The manager alarmed the security who came running to the spot.

"Sir believe me..i didn't do anything "She said in tears,it's her only job how will her mother survive.

"I'm sorry sir, please sit"The manager apologized to him. And he grinned, still wiping his face with tissue.

"You did this the last time, I let it go so not anymore!"

"Sir please forgive me..." She pleaded but fell on deaf ears.

Isabella sighed out, she lost her job again, her salary was gone too.