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With my mom critically ill, I gave in to my ex-fiancé's request and posed as his nude model in the studio. I gritted my teeth and endured, clinging to one thought: tomorrow, the surgery money would be mine. Halfway through, I heard a few chuckles from behind the room divider. "Her figure is even hotter than the top girl at the club." My skin crawled, but Joe just chuckled and added another stroke. "The more scared you are, the more your muscles tense up. That's what makes the lines so beautiful." I grabbed my clothes off the floor, but he spoke up again, totally unfazed. "I'll transfer the surgery money next month." I jerked my head up, panic choking my voice. "You said tomorrow." My mom wouldn't make it that long. Joe wiped the paint off his hands, totally unfazed. He said, "I just bought Wiona a pink diamond. "She's coming back for her art show. She needs something to steal the spotlight." He thought I'd break down and beg, but this time, I was tired.