Working as a waitress in a brothel-café wasn’t in my plans. But when you wake up in a ditch with a broken head—without a family and without a past—no one really asks your opinion. A rag in your mouth and “March, scrub the tables” after a twelve-hour shift. Here you don’t get paid for overtime, there are no lunch breaks, and you can’t just quit, because according to the documents you’re registered as the property of this disreputable establishment. Could it get any worse? Ask the owner of the harem, who just bought me.
He has awful eyes, an ugly temper, ten humiliating nicknames for me alone—and as many terrifying secrets as there are in that gloomy mansion. And it’s time to decide how to escape this trap before they kill me. Any person in the world craves freedom: in choices, principles, thoughts. Some chew through their way to freedom with their teeth, and some—on the contrary—choose convenient protection.
The main heroine of the novel “No Strings Attached” ends up as a concubine of a wealthy businessman, and fighting for her rights with that status is extremely difficult…