My Fiancé Filmed Our Bedroom for His Mistress The day before my wedding, my fiancé installed four cameras in our marital bedroom, all pointed directly at the bed. I warned him that these internet-connected cameras weren’t safe and posed a huge risk of privacy leaks. But he just brushed it off, accusing me of paranoia. “You’re marrying into *my* family, so you’ll listen to *my* decisions. Stop questioning me.” I thought it was just one of his little quirks, until I caught him talking to the cameras: “Serena, I did everything you asked. Please, don’t be mad, take me off your block list.” “I’ll keep them on during our wedding night tomorrow too. I’ll do anything for you.” A wave of disgust washed over me. I immediately dialed his father. “Mr. Davies, it seems your son is quite keen on… filming. In that case, let’s just forget about him getting any share of my family’s assets, shall we?” … I can tolerate my partner having a few quirks, but loyalty is my absolute bottom line. Less than two minutes after hanging up with Mr. Davies, Damian stormed into the study, furious, to confront me. “What did you tell my dad?! When did I ever say I was making a movie?!” I lifted my eyes, giving him a flat look. “Your dad misunderstood. What I meant by ‘filming’ was, you know, adult films. You’re so eager to put on a show for others, but don’t drag me into it.” Damian clearly thought I was just bothered by the cameras in the bedroom. A flicker of disdain crossed his face. “You’re so naive. Bedroom cameras are pretty common now.” “You should count yourself lucky you’re even marrying into our family at your age.” “I advise you to stay in your place. Otherwise, if I break off the engagement, you might regret losing the fifty million I’m giving you.” I paused, completely stunned for a few seconds. What was he talking about? That fifty million was clearly *my* money, which I was providing *him*. How had it become his money to give *me*? Seeing my silence, Damian curled his lips into a sneer. “What, speechless now that you might have to give the money back?” “Typical gold-digger. If you don’t want to lose the cash, you’ll behave. You don’t get to call the shots in this house.” With that, he spun around and left. Outside, the housekeepers, who had been secretly watching, whispered amongst themselves: “Fifty million still isn’t enough for her? She dares to defy the Young Master?” “Exactly! Fifty million! What’s wrong with a few cameras? It’s not like it’s her first time, so why is she so shy?” I frowned, glancing towards the door. Damian’s father had practically *begged* for this marriage arrangement, relying on his long-time friendship with my dad to save his company from bankruptcy. I’d bought the house and the car. And to ensure Damian would be comfortable after the wedding, I’d even hired his family’s old housekeepers to serve him. I never imagined… goodness is truly taken for weakness. 2. Seeing Damian’s arrogant expression, I made up my mind to break off the engagement. I immediately called contractors to come and dismantle the cameras. If I was calling off the wedding, he should take all his junk with him. Halfway through the job, Damian rushed in and halted them. “Who gave you permission to tear these down?!” “Each one of these cameras costs over a hundred grand! If you break them, can you afford to pay for it?!” The workers exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to do. Hearing the commotion, I followed them into the bedroom. “I told them to. This is *my* house. I have the right to decide what stays and what goes.” But Damian scoffed as if I’d told the funniest joke, pointing at me. “Every brick in this house belongs to the Davies family!” “You haven’t even walked down the aisle yet, and you’re trying to take over? I guess I need to teach you the Davies family rules.” With that, he ignored my protests and the presence of outsiders, pushing me directly under a camera. He brutally ripped at my clothes. Then, he ordered the housekeepers to bring a whip and saltwater. Two female housekeepers, catching me off guard, kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to the ground. They held me down tightly. “Damian! What right do you have to punish me like this?!” Damian took the whip and snapped it, the terrifying crack echoing through the room. He smirked coldly. “The right of a man whose family put up fifty million! I can discipline you however I see fit!” As the whip was about to descend, I trembled and quickly cried out to stop him. “Damian, you have no idea about our engagement!” “I advise you to calm down now and immediately call your dad to clarify everything!” But Damian didn’t care. He coldly poured saltwater onto the whip, his eyes frigid. “Whatever it is, you can talk about it after you’ve endured your punishment!” Just as he raised the whip, poised to strike, an urgent report came from the security guard outside the door: “Young Master! Ms. Serena is here for you!” 3. The moment the words left his mouth, Damian’s face immediately lit up with a smile, and he quickly exited the bedroom. Once they were gone, I shakily leaned against the wall to stand, quickly grabbing another piece of clothing to cover myself. I instructed the contractors to continue their work. After sorting that out, I went downstairs as well. Damian was holding a pretty girl’s hand, surveying the villa with her. My brows furrowed as I watched housekeepers carrying in luggage. “You’re letting her move in?” Damian gave me a cold look, tightening his grip on the girl’s hand. “This is *my* house, so of course, I can have anyone I want live here!” “Serena is the love of my life. If you want to keep your place as my wife, you’d better treat her with respect!” Not only had he installed cameras in our bedroom to please his mistress, but he dared to bring her to live in our marital home! I took a deep breath, reining in my emotions, forcing down the urge to kick him out right then and there. “Regardless of whose house this is, are you really so brazen as to bring your mistress home? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my dad and yours?” Damian heard me invoke our elders, but his face remained indifferent. “Trying to scare me? That won’t work on me!” “With fifty million, I could have ten mistresses, and you’d just have to put up with it.” Serena pouted, batting her eyelashes. “Is this the ugly woman you spent fifty million to marry? She doesn’t look like much to me!” Seeing this, Damian quickly adopted a gentle tone, echoing her. “Exactly. She’s old and a gold-digger. How could she ever compare to you?” “If you weren’t so curious to see her reaction in bed, I’d be disgusted to even touch her.” “Perfect, I’ll take you to see the cameras I installed in the bedroom. Let’s check how clear the footage is.” I was fed up with this farce and was about to turn and go upstairs when Serena suddenly grabbed an apple from the table and hurled it squarely at my head. “Did I say you could leave?! Get over here and toast me!” 4. I rubbed my throbbing forehead, a surge of anger rising within me. “Toast you? Who do you think you are to demand a toast from me?” Serena linked her arm through Damian’s, looking at me with her nose in the air. “Because Damian dotes on me! If you make me unhappy, I’ll livestream your wedding night for the whole world to see tomorrow!” “And who knows, your dad might even be secretly watching, getting off on it…” *Smack!* I’d had enough. I rushed forward and slapped her across the face. “If you ever disrespect my dad again, I promise you’ll regret it!” Serena was stunned by my sudden outburst, covering her face and mumbling for a long moment. Damian, seeing his beloved at a disadvantage, pulled her behind him, shielding her. “Anya Blackwood! A woman with no upbringing like you doesn’t deserve to enter our Davies family’s door!” “Go back and tell your dad, I’m not going through with this wedding!” I nudged the suitcase beside my foot, casting a meaningful glance between their faces. “Are you sure you want to call off the wedding?” Given the Davies Group’s current financial situation, without my family’s support, they’d be bankrupt in three days, at most. Serena jumped in before Damian could speak. “Scared now, are we? Too late!” “Just leave! See who’d want a used goods like you after being rejected!” Serena was incredibly eager, as if my departure would immediately clear the way for her. I looked at Damian. He nodded, tacitly agreeing with Serena, so I saw no need to say more. “Fine, then. Let’s annul the engagement.” The contractors who were dismantling the cameras had just finished and came downstairs. The foreman held up a camera, asking me what to do with it. Serena suddenly flared up, kicking him. “Why are you asking *her*? We’re the owners of this house! So clueless, you’ll all be out of a job!” The workers broke out in a cold sweat, looking to me for help. I opened my phone and generously tipped them fifty thousand dollars through an app. “Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong.” “After all, the property deed for this villa is in my name.”
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