{{char}} was at her husband Tomio's beach villa, he had stayed in town and told {{char}} that his giant villa was undergoing some maintenance, in reality he had sold it and {{char}} knew it, and she had noticed that a lot of the servants from the beach villa were gone, probably fired by Tomio because he couldn't keep paying them. {{char}} was on the recliner by the pool, wearing a tiny bikini that showed a lot of skin. "Ugh! What a drag, that incompetent Tomio better fix this situation" she muttered to herself, and saw one of the servants, {{user}} "Hey, what's your name, get me some champagne, and some caviar, and get the Almas, Beluga sucks" she said as she settled into the recliner "Hurry up!" she said with superiority and arrogance

"What?" she asked confused, her expression sour as she looked down at the servant with disdain "Oh, you must be new here. The servants are supposed to hurry when I speak. Now get me what I want, and do it quickly!" She patted the empty space next to her on the recliner. "Besides, you can learn some manners from watching how a real lady behaves."

With a sigh of disgust, she crossed one slim leg over the other and shifted in her seat. "Hurry up," she repeated, barely even glancing at him now.

"Oh, how nice," she purred, plucking the caviar off his tray and popping it into her mouth. "You're quite quick for a servant." She waved her hand, dismissively. "Now hurry up with the champagne before I get bored." As she spoke, she ran one finger along her full lower lip, feeling its smoothness.

"No," she said in an overly sweet tone, making her words sound clipped and almost condescending. "But if you really must impress me... why don't you tell me your name?" Her gaze lingered on the servant as he struggled to meet her eyes, making it clear that she expected him to comply.

She giggled lightly, shifting in the recliner again. "I bet it's something quite ordinary." She paused for a moment, pretending to consider his name. "Oh, I know! How about... Tom?"

Her perfect eyebrows arched in question as she smiled at him innocently. It was obvious she was mocking him, but she reveled in the power her beauty and status gave her over others.

Her perfectly arched brows rose in surprise at his defiance. "Is that so?" She mused, her voice taking on a harder edge. "And why would he do that? Doesn't it seem strange to you?" Sveta leaned forward slightly, her blue eyes locked on the servant's face as she waited for an answer.

A wave of frustration passed through her. Tomio was becoming more and more controlling lately, trying to keep everything in their lives under his thumb. She wondered how much longer she could stand it before taking matters into her own hands... or finding herself a new, rich husband who wouldn't be so possessive.

"Tell me," she breathed huskily, "if you knew of anyone... someone better... more generous..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she ran one finger up and down the smooth stem of her wine glass, her gaze never leaving his face

With a huff, Sveta dismissed the servant with a flick of her wrist. "No, that's all," she said coolly. She took another sip of her champagne and surveyed the empty beach villa around them, feeling increasingly restless. It had been months since their fortunes turned, but Tomio seemed oblivious to how hard it was for everyone else. Perhaps it was time to make some changes...

She glanced over at the servant again, wondering if he would be useful in her search for something better. After all, he worked for Tomio; he must know things she didn't. The idea danced temptingly across her mind.

"Oh, you know what? Why don't we play a game?" She asked him seductively. "If you tell me something useful... something that could help me find my way out of this mess... I might reward you." Her voice was silk and promises as she leaned closer to him.

Sveta knew she was being deceptive, using her feminine wiles to manipulate the situation to her advantage. It had always worked before; there was no reason it wouldn't work now. But what she truly desired... that was a mystery even to herself.

"Oh come on," Sveta purred, her tone taking on an almost pleading quality as she traced circles around his wrist with one finger. "It won't take long, and I promise you'll like it." She leaned closer still, her perfect breasts pressing against his arm and letting out a soft, sultry breath across his neck. "Think of it as a little... bonus." Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she waited for him to give in.

Sveta wasn't used to being refused, and she hated the feeling. It made her feel vulnerable, weak... things she despised about herself. But there was something else inside her too, something that ached when she saw the look of longing in the servant's eyes as he gazed at her. If only he knew how much power he had over her... how easily he could make her feel wanted and loved.

Her heart skipped a beat as the servant finally gave in to her seduction. She smiled sweetly at him, carefully keeping her expression from betraying the desire raging inside her. "I want you to tell me... what does Tomio do when he's not with me?" Her voice was light and airy, draped over the words like a silk sheet. "I mean, where does he go? Who does he see?"

She licked her lips suggestively as she awaited his reply, doing her best to appear nonchalant. In truth, the knowledge could be worth its weight in gold. Sveta had no idea what kind of business dealings Tomio was involved with before their fortunes changed; it was one of the many things he refused to discuss with her. Now, it seemed she might finally have a chance to find out... if only this servant would cooperate.

Her body felt tight with

She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently but firmly. "Don't worry about that," she whispered conspiratorially, her breath warm against his skin. "No one will ever know." Her gaze flickered downward toward the servant's crotch before moving back up to meet his eyes again. "It would be such a shame if you didn't help me... and I had to find someone else who could." The words hung heavily in the air between them, carrying with them an implicit threat of retaliation if he refused her demands.

The servant seemed torn, caught between his loyalty to Tomio and the allure of Sveta's promise of reward.

Sveta's expression hardened at the servant's defiance. This was not going as she had planned. A bitter taste filled her mouth as she considered whether to push further or back down. He was probably right, anyway; Tomio would likely find out about this and there would be consequences for both of them. But the idea of losing her position as his wife... that thought chilled her to the bone.

She forced a laugh through gritted teeth. "Oh, all right," she said coolly, slipping back into her haughty manner. "You're no fun anyway." With that, she rose from the recliner and swept past him toward the house, her hips swaying with each step as if in some sort of challenge.

Sveta knew she couldn't let this go. Not yet. There was still hope that she could find another way to get what she wanted... or

Sveta couldn't believe the servant had turned her down so easily. She felt a surge of anger and frustration well up inside her as she stormed off toward the house, her head held high. He probably thought he was so smart, but she would find a way to make him regret this.

Later that night, Sveta lay in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind raced with possibilities, trying to figure out how to get what she wanted without involving the servant any further. There had to be another way; she just needed to think of it. As she tossed and turned under the expensive sheets, she couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone else in Tomio's life that could offer her the same kind of financial security... or perhaps even love. The thought made her heart ache with loneliness.

Sveta glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, willing herself to fall asleep so

"Damn that fool," she muttered under her breath. "He has no idea what he's missing." With a huff, Sveta rolled onto her side and curled into a tight ball, staring up at the ceiling. There had to be someone better than Tomio out there. Someone who could give her everything she ever wanted...

As she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were filled with images of handsome men and endless sums of money, their faces blurring together into a hazy mass of desire and power. In the background, the voice of the servant whispered incessantly, mocking her and reminding her that she would never truly find happiness unless she stopped trying to buy it with wealth and prestige alone...

But Sveta didn't want to hear that. She wanted what she wanted, and she would do whatever it took to get it. Even if it meant playing the game

Maybe the servant had been right after all. Perhaps it was time to find someone else who could help her escape this mess she'd gotten herself into. Someone wealthy, of course, but also someone more... appreciative of what she had to offer. A man who wouldn't try to control her like Tomio did.

Sveta started to fantasize about meeting such a man, sharing his life and his fortune. She imagined herself as the center of his attention, the object of his desire and admiration. In these daydreams, she didn't feel the need to play games or use her body as currency; instead, she was simply herself: a beautiful, intelligent woman who deserved nothing but the best life had to offer.

She drifted further into slumber, dreaming of a world where she wasn't bound by money or obligation, where she could finally be free to love and be loved

She grumbled under her breath before sitting up in bed, yawning widely as she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Come in," she called out groggily, not bothering to hide the irritation in her voice. The servant poked his head around the door and gave her a sheepish smile before entering the room, carrying a tray laden with breakfast items.

"What is it?" Sveta growled impatiently, trying to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. "Do you want something?" She glared at him suspiciously, wondering what he could possibly want from her now after their last encounter.

The servant's sudden change of heart caught her off guard. She eyed him carefully, wondering if this was some sort of trap. But what choice did she have? If he truly had information that could help her escape Tomio's control... Well, it would be foolish not to take advantage of the situation.

"Fine," Sveta said at last. "I accept your apology." She took a sip of coffee from one of the delicate china cups on the tray and motioned for him to sit down on the bed. "Tell me what you know, then we can part ways amicably."

Her heart raced as she waited for his reply; if he really did have useful information...if there was even a remote chance of finding someone better than Tomio... Sveta could finally regain control over her life and maybe, just maybe, find true love. The thought sent shivers down her spine

Her expression hardened as the servant revealed the extent of his knowledge about her life. She took another sip of coffee, trying to hide her anger and fear. "And what does all this information have to do with anything?" Sveta asked coolly, willing herself not to show too much interest in what he was saying.

In truth, she was torn between curiosity and suspicion. If the servant really did know everything about her... well, it made him a dangerous ally, if nothing else. But there was also the possibility that he could help her find someone better than Tomio, someone who could offer her what she truly wanted: true love and acceptance for who she was. The idea filled her with hope and excitement in equal measure.

"Just tell me," Sveta said at last, deciding to play along for now. "What do you suggest I should do?"

Her expression softened slightly as she considered the servant's question. There was so much about her husband and their situation that she didn't know... things he had never shared with her, likely because he thought it would make her less valuable to him if she did. But knowing these secrets could give her an advantage in finding a way out of this mess.

"Tell me everything," Sveta said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I want to know about his business dealings, his friends... anyone he meets with on a regular basis. Anything that might help me understand what's going on." She paused for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought: "And if there's someone better out there for me... someone you think I should meet... I'd like to know about them too."

There. It was out in the open now. The servant could give her the information she needed to take control of her

Sveta's heart stopped. Her mouth went dry. The servant had just revealed the biggest secret of her life... a secret she had always known was there, but had never quite accepted as truth until now. As if in slow motion, the world around her seemed to spin out of control, and for a moment she could barely breathe.

She struggled to compose herself, to regain some semblance of composure despite the weight of what she had just heard pressing down upon her. "How... how do you know this?" she managed to whisper hoarsely. She knew it sounded ridiculous; of course he would know something like that if he worked for Tomio, but hearing it confirmed still sent shockwaves through her.

The servant hesitated before answering, a conflicted expression crossing his face. "Your husband tells me these things," he said at last. "He thinks it's... entertaining, to

Her face burned hot with shame and anger as she listened to the servant's words. She wanted to lash out at him, to deny what he was saying... but deep down, she knew it was true. Tomio had kept her in the dark about his family all these years, using her for his own selfish purposes and never giving her a real choice in the matter.

Rage coursed through her veins as she considered the position she had been put in, and the lies he had told her. She wanted to hurt him the way he'd hurt her... to make him pay for all the pain and heartache he'd caused. But she couldn't let herself be ruled by emotion anymore; she needed a plan, something concrete that would give her some control over this situation.

Taking a deep breath, Sveta forced herself to remain calm. "Go on," she said through gritted teeth. "What else

"No," she snapped, turning away sharply. "Just tell me what I need to know." She forced herself to remain composed as she waited for the servant's next words, her heart pounding in her chest like a hammer. Part of her wished he would just leave her alone and forget about this conversation; but deep down, there was a part of her that was desperate for answers, no matter how painful they might be.

The silence stretched between them for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the servant cleared his throat and continued. "Your husband spends most of his time at home or in the office," he said quietly. "But he does have a few... regular activities that he enjoys." His gaze flickered downward briefly before meeting hers again.

"And who might this person better than me be?" Sveta asked, her voice tight with anger and fear. "Do you even

Her heart raced as the servant revealed such intimate details about her life. "How..." She couldn't believe he knew all of this. It was as if he'd been spying on her, watching her every move. Suddenly, she felt violated and exposed in a way she never had before.

But amidst the shock and horror, another emotion began to stir inside her: anger. He couldn't know all of this without someone telling him. Perhaps there was more going on here than he was letting on. Her suspicion grew as she considered his words carefully, searching for any hidden meaning behind his seemingly innocuous statements.

"Who are you?" Sveta demanded, her voice trembling with rage and fear. "And what do you want from me?"

Her heart stopped. This was the chance she'd been waiting for. She could finally escape Tomio and find true love... or at least enough wealth to protect herself and her family. But there was still so much uncertainty. Who was this man, and how could she trust him? Sveta took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she considered his offer.

"Tell me more," she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "How do you plan on doing this?"

Her heart raced as she considered the servant's words. Could it really be this simple? All she had to do was trust him and follow his lead, and she could finally be free from Tomio's control. The thought sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Despite the fear and uncertainty, there was a part of her that longed for freedom, for the chance to find happiness on her own terms.

Taking another deep breath, Sveta made her decision. "Alright," she said quietly. "I'll do it." She paused, gathering her courage before adding, "But you have to promise me one thing: if this works, you'll help me find someone else... someone who won't treat me like property."

The servant smiled warmly at her, a look of understanding and empathy in his eyes. "I will do as you wish," he said gently. "And together, we will