Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 1

"You're 28 and still not thinking about marriage?"

"It's boring. Not my thing."

"Then what interests you?"

Leonardo Garrett lounged on the leather couch, idly twisting his black rosary beads. "If I have to get married, I'd rather take a vow of celibacy."

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving," Leonardo said as he stood. "Try talking less and sleeping more. And don't get too emotional as you age. It might help you live longer."

With that, he walked out without a second thought.

Adrian Garrett trembled with rage. Frustrated, he declared, "I need to find him a partner today!"

...

"Send a bottle of Remy Martin XO to Room 21."

The noise in the bar was so loud that Samantha Newton couldn't hear clearly. Was that one or 21?

She raised her voice to ask, "What's the room number?"

Too preoccupied to respond properly, the woman shot her an irritated look and snapped, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up! The customer needs it urgently. If you're late, it'll be docked from your pay!"

"On it!" Samantha quickly grabbed the bottle and rushed off.

A year ago, the Newton family reunited with their biological daughter, uncovering the truth that Samantha was not their own by blood. After a series of unfortunate events, they kicked her out, leaving her broke and alone.

All the money she earned went toward her living expenses and tuition. Without this job, she would struggle to afford food and continue her education.

The choice was simply between two private rooms. Worst-case scenario, she'd have to make an extra trip. Ultimately, she decided to check Room One first.

Two vigilant bodyguards in black suits stood guard at the entrance. Trying her best not to mind them, she knocked on the door softly. "Excuse me, did you order—"

Samantha barely had time to finish her sentence when the door swung open, and she was yanked inside.

"Hurry up! He'll be here any minute."

"I'm just here to deliver the bottle of—"

The man paid no attention to her protests, pulling her further into the room. He instructed, "The lingerie is on the bed in the next room. Get changed now. No matter what, you need to get this done. Don't worry about the money. I'll compensate you well."

"What?"

"Enough! Just hurry up and get ready!"

Without another word, the man quickly left the private room, leaving Samantha confused and alone. She couldn't understand what was going on. She had only come to deliver a bottle of alcohol.

Thinking it might belong to them, she quietly set the bottle on the table.

The private room was a spacious suite, complete with an outdoor karaoke area and a lavish bedroom inside.

After setting down the bottle, she turned to leave, only to realize that the door had been locked from the outside. Panic set in as she quickly knocked on the door, her nerves growing.

"Hey! Why is the door locked? Open it! Help! How could you shut me in like this? Samantha pounded on the door desperately, but there was no response. "Let me out! Is anyone there?"

In that instant, the gravity of the situation sank in. Shouting was pointless. No one would hear her. Instead, she decided to conserve her energy and focus on finding a way to escape.

Had she been kidnapped? The thought sent a chill down her spine.

She needed help, but there was a problem. Employees were required to surrender their phones at the start of their shifts. With no way to contact anyone, she was completely cut off.