The Princess of Northern Myanmar

The Princess of Northern Myanmar

Iris Lynn · Ongoing · 17 Chapters

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About this book

I was trafficked to a hellhole in Northern Myanmar, forced to become a "princess" for a crime lord. The man sent to inspect me was cruel and unpredictable. I hated him, until I discovered his true identity—he was my boyfriend, an undercover cop. To save me, he made the ultimate sacrifice. Now, I must live for both of us.

Chapter 1

Have you ever witnessed those exhibitions held in Northern Myanmar to welcome distinguished guests?

The scale is massive, with all sorts of people mingling. Every young and beautiful woman on display comes with a clear price tag. Invited guests can simply choose whoever catches their eye and take them away—no questions asked about life or death.

My father arranged for me to wear a sheer white veil and black lingerie, kneeling halfway on the ground. With innate seduction, I executed a perfect "scorpion hook," spreading my legs high in the air. The move drew roaring applause.

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I was today's most expensive exhibit.

My name is Chloe Anderson. I am a princess.

The kind of 'princess' who works as a hostess in private rooms.

Being a 'princess' in Northern Myanmar is ten thousand times harder than in mainland China.

My 'Daddy' is a Burmese man in his fifties. Others call him Marcus Roscente.

He is, of course, not my real father. He is the man who brought me back to the compound.

He is the boss of this compound, with over a hundred Snakeheads under his command. But within the entire supply chain, he is merely a minor figurehead.

There were three boys and four girls deceived and brought over in the same batch as me.

The boys were beaten half to death, then thrown into dog cages. They ate moldy dry buns and drank salt water. One died. The other two obediently became Snakeheads under Daddy.

To control those Snakeheads, Marcus feeds them some 'special treats'. One taste and you're hooked. When the addiction flares, the agony is unbearable, stripping away any last shred of humanity.

Of the girls, the two less attractive ones were taken to the 'ships'. I heard that's where they traffic live organs on the high seas. They never came back.

The two better-looking ones put up a fiercer fight. They were thrown to the Snakeheads below. Dozens of Snakeheads, laughing and jeering, took them to the next room. I heard their screams almost all night long.

I was the best-looking one in this batch.

I had even won dance awards. I knew some Burmese.

I was also the most obedient.