Indifferently, he remarked, “It's not overly costly. If you like it, keep it. If not, and you prefer cash over jewelry, I can write you a check."

Accompanied by a waft of smoke, he proposed, “How about two million dollars per encounter? I'll be departing overseas in three days. If you're inclined to earn some extra cash, show up here at eight every night. There is no need to bother with cooking. After the intimacy, I'll arrange for a driver to take you back."

The delivery remained nonchalant.

Melissa paled, beads of cold sweat forming on her body. The realization dawned on her slowly. Tonight was a transactional affair.

He engaged with her not out of affection, not because he had forgiven her, but for his physical needs.

He sought her out because he refused to settle for less. For each encounter, he would compensate her with two million dollars.

She was undeniably costly. In monetary terms, her body commanded a hefty price.

However, Melissa was aware that, in Marcus' eyes, she held no value.

She could be disposed of with money, deemed even more expendable than the woman in the car that night.

He didn't touch the other woman probably out of affection; he touched Melissa because she was deemed worthless. He had no intention of taking responsibility for Melissa; all he needed to do was pay her to have sex with him.

Melissa's Lips quivered as she uttered, “I don't want your money.”

He jeered. “Fancy some jewelry instead?"

Marcus chuckled and continued, "Melissa, you're aware of its value.

This trinket alone is worth around 20 million dollars. A truly valuable possession. Keep it. Stay with me for the next three days.”

Abruptly, Melissa burst out, “I told you, I don't want your money."

He stared at her.

Disregarding her partially dressed state, she attempted to elucidate to Marcus, "I left you in Warsew because of Ryan's..."

Marcus interjected, sneering, "I have no interest in hearing your love story with him. I should have realized you're just like him.

Willing to sell everything for money. By the way, you've witnessed his repulsiveness for money, haven't you? What sets you apart from him now?"

Melissa's complexion was drained of color.