A Bankrupt Heiress Sells Herself to a Cold Billionaire—Only to Discover He Was Her Father’s Greatest Benefactor

Part 1

Her family’s empire was bankrupt. Her fiancé had abandoned her.

On a freezing, snow-swept night, she found herself face-to-face with her only lifeline: the ruthless billionaire Julian Sterling.

Pinching her chin, his dark, unfathomable eyes locked onto hers as he stated coldly, *”I have plenty of money. But the price for a virgin… and a non-virgin… is completely different.”*

To save her family, she threw away her pride and her dignity, groveling at the man’s feet. *”Then… what is the price for a virgin?”*

He stared down at her, his thin lips parting slightly. “Cheap. Because I don’t like virgins.”

After a long, agonizing night of tossing, turning, and doing everything to please him, she thought she finally had the ultimate backer to flaunt her newfound status.

But what she never expected was that her mysterious sugar daddy was actually…

…

Chloe Hayes intentionally wore a black micro-mini skirt that barely skimmed her thighs, showing off her long, flawlessly pale, and smooth legs.

She paired it with a sheer crimson blouse, beneath which a black lace bralette peeked through—dangerously alluring, like a venomous snake.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet her eyes remained strikingly clear and innocent. It was a contradiction that would drive any man who looked at her crazy with dirty thoughts.

Standing near the entrance of an exclusive Manhattan members-only club, countless men walked past, their gazes lingering on her with undisguised lust. More than a few tried to approach and hit on her, but she had absolutely zero interest.

Because these men were not the one she was waiting for.

The man she was waiting for was far from ordinary.

The New York snow was falling heavier by the minute, mixed with freezing rain. She was shivering to the bone, yet she stubbornly kept her head high, waiting.

A few minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the club’s entrance. A tall, impeccably elegant, and extraordinarily handsome man stepped out.

He was dressed in a luxurious black tailored suit. From his cufflinks to his perfectly knotted tie, every detail radiated absolute precision and sophistication.

Chloe’s eyes lit up. A soft, charming smile bloomed on her lips as she stepped forward to intercept him.

“Mr. Sterling?” Chloe leaned in close. A faint, natural fragrance drifted from her skin, catching the man’s attention.

Julian Sterling frowned. He had always despised women who drenched themselves in perfume, making themselves smell like walking botanical gardens. Yet, the subtle scent radiating from the girl in front of him wasn’t entirely repulsive.

Ignoring his slight change in expression, Chloe took a step closer in her red stilettos. Tilting her beautiful, pale face up to meet his gaze, she introduced herself, “I’m Chloe Hayes.”

Chloe Hayes?

The heiress of the Hayes Corporation that was currently on the verge of bankruptcy?

Dressed the way she was right now, she didn’t look like a high-society socialite at all. Instead, she looked more like a cheap escort.

“I don’t know you,” Julian stated coldly, his voice completely devoid of emotion.

“Ha.” Chloe let out a soft chuckle laced with self-deprecation. “You must be joking, Mr. Sterling. There isn’t a single person in New York City who doesn’t know who I am.”

Even if they hadn’t known her before, the sensational headlines about the Hayes family’s financial ruin over the past few weeks would have been enough.

“You flatter yourself,” Julian replied coldly. “Now get out of my way.”

He brushed past her, stepping toward the entrance of the club.

Chloe bit her lip. He was her absolute last hope.

*Thud!*

Her pale, smooth knees dropped directly into the icy snow. The freezing chill instantly shot from her knees through her entire body, causing her to violently shudder.

Julian Sterling didn’t even flinch.

Desperate, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his leg. “Mr. Sterling! As long as you give me the money, you can sleep with me!”

Sleep with her?

The audacity of this woman!

“I never accept things that throw themselves at my door.” Julian looked at her with zero interest.

Chloe bit her lower lip hard to keep from sobbing. Purposely pressing her body against his leg, she looked up, her voice trembling slightly. “If you haven’t even tried me, Mr. Sterling, how do you know if I’m good or not?”

Looking down, Julian had a clear view of her cleavage. He had to admit, the girl’s figure was spectacular.

Soft yet toned, with curves in all the right places—she was undoubtedly a stunning piece of work.

He turned to face her fully, staring down at her from his imposing height.

She put on a brave face, batting her eyes with a forced, seductive charm as she gazed up at him.

Bending down, he pinched her chin with his long, elegant fingers. His dark, fathomless eyes locked onto hers as he spoke. “I have plenty of money. But the price for a virgin… and a non-virgin… is completely different.”

Chloe forced a shameless smile. To save her family, she had already thrown away her dignity and her pride. What did it matter if she had to say a few degrading words?

Groveling at the man’s feet, she asked softly, “Then… what is the price for a virgin?”

He stared deeply into her eyes, his thin lips parting slightly. “Cheap. Because I don’t like virgins.”