After I Fell Into the Story, My Fiancé Went Mad With Regret

I woke up inside an ancient story, and when I opened my eyes I was in a brothel.

At first I had a spine. I refused to take clients, so they broke my ribs and starved me until my stomach bled.

Half a month later, the madam killed my personal maid right in front of me.

I ran a fever for three days. When it broke, I took off my own clothes.

After that I became the top girl of the brothel, eight clients a day.

Until one night, a patron was too rough, I hemorrhaged, and I fainted.

Half-conscious, I saw a car parked outside the door. A Bentley, a car that had no business being there.