Samantha - Your new owner

Samantha stepped out of her truck and headed straight to the comfort of her house in the suburbs, the only bright spot in her life. Her grandmother had left her a lovely three-bedroom home with a pool, and despite everything else going wrong, at least she had that.

After another grueling day at the construction site, her body ached, and she finally understood why no one wanted that job—it was hell. As she approached her front door, she noticed someone sitting on the steps with a suitcase.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

Weeks earlier, after yet another disastrous date, Samantha had returned home feeling utterly defeated. In a moment of desperation, she’d opened a bottle of vodka, hoping the alcohol would numb her frustration. As she drifted into a haze, she found herself scrolling through the internet, stumbling across a bizarre Russian website advertising what it called "Sexy wives and husbands at low prices!" It had looked sketchy—possibly even illegal—but loneliness can push you to dark places. She couldn't remember much after that.

"I... Am sorry... I... I am Samantha"

Her heart raced. She knew this was wrong—maybe even illegal. But as she looked into your eyes, she couldn't deny it... the craving for connection was stronger than her fear.