My entire life spiraled because I asked Damian’s childhood friend, Briar, for a simple apology after she brutally slapped me twelve times. That very night, my intimate photos were leaked online and spread everywhere for just a few credits. My face was swollen and throbbing, but I still wanted to visit my fiancé, who was supposedly sick. As I approached his hospital room, I saw them. Damian and his friends were projecting my private video onto the wall with his phone. “Mine’s way better! Every intimate detail is crystal clear!” “Damn, Damian, you’re something else! To share a body this hot? We all owe you, man!” “But hey, Damian, Kira’s a rising star. If she finds out you’re behind this private stream, won’t she dump you?” Damian just smirked, unfazed, and tossed a playing card with one of my leaked pictures onto the table. “What right does she have to talk about our engagement? She’s just a cheap slut, seen by everyone. Who else would want her after me?” His friends exchanged glances, then fawned over him. “Damian’s right! How could such a dirty woman become Mrs. Sinclair? If we get the chance, let’s all have a taste of her. But seriously, Damian, what did Kira do to make you go so hard on her?” Damian’s casual expression twisted into disgust. “Who told her to pull rank and deliberately make things difficult for Briar? So what if she slapped her twelve times? Briar’s just a newcomer to the industry. I only promoted Kira to be a stepping stone for Briar. Does she even *deserve* to make Briar apologize?” He slammed his cards down, and my private photos flashed across the screen in front of those men. Staring at my unaware face, my vision went black.
“Damian, this move of yours is genius, though. Ten minutes of Kira’s high-definition, uncensored live stream for a single credit? It’s practically a giveaway! And a whole night for a dollar? Cheaper than dirt!” Damian sneered, his expression icy. “A single credit is giving her too much credit. Does she really think she’s some big star? She dared to treat Briar like that, so I’m going to make sure she knows exactly what she is!” He slowly opened his phone and sent a voice message to the group chat. “Tonight, we continue. One credit gets you a new pose. First-person view, do whatever you want. Anyone who wants in, sign up.” Then, he even packaged last night’s video and sent it out again. My body trembled, my teeth nearly biting through my lip. No wonder he’d blindfolded me last night, tormenting me in every way possible. The men in the room had their phones on speaker, broadcasting the video, their lewd comments filling the air. And I, too, was drowning in despair. The sharp pain on my lip kept me clinging to the last shred of my sanity. I couldn’t understand why Damian, who had pursued me for three years—the man who publicly doted on me, who couldn’t bear to see me suffer even the slightest harm—would treat me like this. I knew he was extremely possessive. Every time, he’d leave all sorts of marks on my body. He’d also frequently take me to various places to seek thrills, even demanding that I say embarrassing things, which always seemed to excite him. The old me had gone along with it, thinking it was just our little kinky fun as a couple. I never imagined it was all just a prelude to his humiliation of me for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. The comments from the hospital room grew more and more explicit. I hugged myself tightly, trembling all over. As a popular actress, I’d just started making a name for myself with my acting skills when Damian begged me to mentor a newcomer. Before that, I’d only heard about Damian’s childhood friend, Briar. “Damian values Briar so much! She’s been his little shadow since they were kids. She’s so cute and thoughtful!” The first time we met, Briar actively called me “Sister” and greeted me, but I later found out she was actually a year older than me. Still, for Damian’s sake, I was willing to guide her a little. But I never expected that on the very first day of shooting, she’d ask to add a slapping scene. The director reminded her she could fake the hit, but she slapped me twelve times in a row, then pushed all the blame onto me. My face was swollen beyond recognition. Not only did she not apologize, but she burst into tears, acting like *she* was the one who’d suffered a great injustice. Seeing the shooting schedule delayed, the director, with a dark expression, insisted she had to fake the hit, and only then did the scene finally wrap. Everyone looked at the red, swollen finger marks on my face with pity. I was heartbroken, but all I wanted was an apology. Briar cried hysterically, but under Damian’s watchful eye—he was visiting the set—she finally apologized. “I’m sorry, I made a mistake.” But she acted like she’d been immensely wronged, retreating into her private car. At the time, Damian just told me she was spoiled, and he looked at the injuries on my face with concern. I never imagined that very night I’d become the star of a private stream, all because he thought I wasn’t even fit to be compared to his childhood sweetheart. Yet, that very morning, he’d held my face in his hands. “Briar is my childhood friend. She’s seen it. Even my parents have seen it. I hope we can have everyone’s blessing.” He was the one who said he’d love me forever, but then he betrayed me without hesitation. Our three years together, it turned out, meant nothing compared to a single tear from his childhood friend. If that’s the case, why did he ever bother with me?
Suddenly, a comment from one of his friends echoed from the hospital room. “If Briar wasn’t so fragile, Damian wouldn’t have to go find other women to satisfy his needs.” It was then I understood. He wasn’t incapable of respect; he just never placed *me* at the center of his world. My vision flickered, and a searing pain ripped through my chest. I can’t remember how I left the hospital, only the naked, blatant stares from every direction, as if I’d been stripped bare and thrown into public. I cowered from everyone’s gaze, terrified that someone would rush up and brand me a slut with my own private video. Trembling, I dialed my sister, Mia’s, number. After our parents passed away, my sister and I relied on each other. A while ago, there was an incident with our company, and Mia had to go abroad for six months to handle it, working in isolation. For my safety, she deliberately hid our relationship, and today happened to be the day she was free. Mia picked up instantly, and my suppressed sobs immediately threw her into a panic. She kept trying to comfort me over the phone. “Mia, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go abroad with you and help you develop the business. You’ve protected me all these years; it’s time I did something for you.” Our family had many businesses, but most of them were focused overseas. Originally, after I graduated, I was supposed to go abroad with Mia to develop our ventures, but because Damian said he couldn’t bear for me to leave, I pushed all the responsibility onto my sister. I thought that if I could make a name for myself in the entertainment industry, Mia would agree to my marriage with Damian, and we could be together forever. But the truth was, he just saw me as a toy, a plaything. If he cared about me even a little, he wouldn’t have let me fall into this hopeless situation where I could never recover. Thankfully, I could still turn back, even if it meant abandoning everything from my past. I drove to what used to be our love nest. Most of the time, I lived here alone. Damian came every day, but he only entered to blow off steam. I lay on the cold floor, letting the chill slowly seep into my limbs. All my strength seemed to drain away, and even my vision was blurry. Soon, my phone rang. I looked at the familiar number and tiredly answered. “What are you doing?” Hearing Damian’s voice, I curled into a ball. “Nothing.” “Briar said she feels bad about what happened the other day and wants to apologize to you in person. Get dressed up, I’ll take you.” The call ended instantly. I didn’t even have time to say no. Ten minutes later, he walked in. Seeing me sitting disheveled on the sofa, his brow furrowed slightly. “Your agent already called me. Those videos must have been secretly filmed. Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.” He pushed me into the bedroom, whispering in my ear. “Everyone will be there tonight. Get yourself ready.” With that, he pulled open the closet and started picking out clothes for me. I looked at him through the mirror. “How will you handle it?” I remembered what they said in the hospital room. “Damian, Kira will definitely find out these videos were secretly filmed. How will you handle it then?” Damian hadn’t had time to answer, but Briar, who was still in the group call, gave the answer. “Who told her not to be careful and get herself filmed? Anyway, she’s just a minor celebrity. It’s normal for her to be seen naked. Everyone will just say it’s because she was too attention-seeking that she got targeted. And besides, Damian has always been by her side, never abandoning her. She’ll be so touched she’ll probably happily become Damian’s kept woman, saving her from blocking my way. Damian, isn’t that right?” Damian praised her without hesitation. “Yes, my Briar is the smartest.” Just then, someone posted a screenshot of my stream. In an instant, the news that watching me only cost a single credit spread, and I became the “slut” everyone knew. I looked at Damian, utterly disappointed. “This is how you ‘handled’ it?” I buried myself under the covers, trying to find a bit of warmth. “I don’t want to see anyone. Just go.” But Damian forcefully pulled off the covers, his voice filled with disappointment. “Kira, what are you still putting on a show for?”
“Briar is kind-hearted. She was afraid you’d do something foolish after finding out about the online stuff, so she deliberately set this up. She even wants to formally apologize to you for that incident.” His gaze fell on my still-swollen face. “She’s already made such a concession; you can’t be so willful.” No matter how I refused, he dragged me to the car. At the club, I cowered in the car seat, terrified of everyone’s stares, but he forcibly pulled me out. He seemed to hug me tenderly. “You’re not the one who did anything wrong, why are you hiding? You need to bravely face the rumors, understand?” He wouldn’t let me lower my head. He gripped my arm and pulled me into a private room in the club. I could feel the gazes of the people inside the club. Those greasy stares, like snakes, slithered over my body, tightening their coils around me. “Actresses really do have great bodies, but it’s a shame she’s dressed so conservatively. She looks way hotter in the video!” “Her entire body has already been seen by everyone, hahaha! Last night, I specifically bought a few extra credits just to see all her private details clearly!” I shivered, cold sweat instantly soaking my back. Damian pushed me into the private room they had booked. Before I could even sigh in relief, I was met with even more direct and disdainful stares. “I’m going home! Let me go!” But Damian firmly blocked the door, and a pair of cold arms instantly wrapped around my neck, pulling me into an unfamiliar embrace. I tried to break free but was held down tightly. “Little sister-in-law, you’re still so good at rubbing up against people. You’re making my heart itch. I really want to have you right here, right now.” I recognized that voice. It was one of Damian’s friends, the one who was most active in the group and loved commenting on the videos the most. I struggled to break free from his grip, my back pressed hard against the wall, confronting those pairs of malicious eyes with terror. Briar stood among the crowd, an expression of enjoyment plastered on her face. “How can you joke like that with our big star? That’s too much.” She walked over, grabbed my hand, and flung me towards the crowd. I was instantly surrounded by a group of strange men, my rationality slowly consumed by fear. I wanted to run, but there was no escape. And Damian merely stood at the door, perfectly at ease. I saw only indifference on his face. He didn’t care about my panic or my fear. He even took out his phone with a curious expression and snapped a photo. I couldn’t imagine that a man who was holding me and saying he loved me last night could turn on me so mercilessly. Briar also walked into the crowd, completely cutting off my last chance of escape. “Sister Kira, I’m just a newcomer. My acting naturally isn’t as good as yours. I know I haven’t done well enough, so I specifically brought my friends here to apologize to you. What do you think?” “But before that, we also have a question we’d like to ask you!” She fiddled with a remote control in her hand. The next moment, the large screen in the private room displayed various uncensored screenshots of me. Her eyes held a smile, but her voice carried a cruel innocence. “You really are careless. How could you let someone post this kind of thing? Or perhaps, you did it voluntarily? But you should at least consider Damian’s feelings, right?” She feigned understanding, glancing at Damian. “Luckily, I’ve said a lot of good things about you to Damian! I don’t ask for your thanks, but how about you stay tonight, and we get along really well?” Her poised and generous demeanor earned praise from everyone. They surrounded me like hungry wolves. Just as I couldn’t dodge them anymore, Damian finally spoke. He looked at Briar, his eyes full of resignation. “Briar, don’t play too hard. You need to rest well tonight. You have more filming tomorrow.” Briar curved her lips into a smile and casually picked up a bottle of red wine nearby. “Alright then. For Damian’s sake, as long as Sister Kira drinks this bottle of wine, we’ll stop.” Instantly, everyone looked at me with an expression of anticipation. And the moment I said no, Damian had someone open the wine. “It’s just one bottle of wine. You’re a veteran in the entertainment industry; you’re used to it. Just drink it.” I stared at him, stunned. Since entering the industry, I’d never touched alcohol. Because he was by my side, I’d always maintained a pristine image. But it turned out he never cared about any of my efforts. He just saw me as a plaything, which was why he looked down on me, wantonly demeaning me. His kindness to me was only to make me more obedient. I forced a bitter smile and picked up the bottle of wine. “If I finish this bottle, will it all be over?” Damian looked at my pale face, but urged by Briar, he hesitated and said, “Yes.” The entire bottle of wine was poured down my throat. I forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, covered my mouth, and walked towards the door of the private room. But I didn’t expect the dizziness to worsen. Finally, I stumbled and fell to the floor. Outside, the door was just a few feet away. The next moment, someone chuckled and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back into the crowd. This time, my vision was clouded as if by a thick fog. The people surrounding me transformed into shadows of devils, enveloping me layer by layer. A scorching flame ignited within my body. I fought to maintain the last sliver of consciousness, watching Damian, who was whispering to Briar, in utter shock. “You knew there was something in the wine?” The man who had held me earlier now pulled out his phone, shoving it in my face and snapping photos. “I can’t believe how good this drug is! Hahaha, this stuff is hard to get. Even the most virtuous woman will cling to you after drinking it. Damian really went all out for his girl, Briar!” “And you! Thinking you’re so special just because you’ve got a bit of fame, daring to give Briar attitude. How could Damian indulge you? A few slaps won’t hurt you. But now, I’m really looking forward to seeing you beg me!” Their mocking laughter turned into whips, lashing at me until I was raw and exposed. “Let’s see how long you can hold out, you little bitch. Take all your clothes off, now!” I desperately clung to my last bit of sanity, crawling towards Damian. “No, don’t do this to me. Please, let me go…” 4
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