Just before I could push the door open fully, their laughter spilled into the hallway—casual, mocking, and all too familiar.
“Imagine if tonight’s intimate videos were spread on the internet. The Delaunay family's reputation would definitely be ruined, right?”
“Right! Their daughter’s body displayed like that—how could they not be embarrassed? Haha.”
“To be honest, when I saw it, I also wanted to try it.”
“Damn you,” someone else chuckled. “Before you even succeed, you’d already feel Raphael’s fist.”
My body froze. My fingers clutched the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood as their words slammed into me like icy blades.
My intimate videos? Raphael had... recorded us?
No. No, it could not be true.
But then, Raphael’s voice cut through their laughter, calm and composed, his tone carrying that infuriating air of superiority. “That’s why you shouldn’t make the Moreau family a rival.”
“Right,” one of them agreed. “At least, every time Victor makes your family have a hard time, you have a way to silence them.”
“No, I won’t wait that long. In just a week, at the Moreau Group’s Anniversary, I’ll reveal to the world that their beloved daughter is nothing more than a slave to desire,” Raphael sneered, a smirk curling on his lips.
“Damn you,” one of his friends cursed. “So, this is a gift for your grand debut as the Moreau family’s first successor? You’re ruthless.”
My breath hitched, and I slapped my hand over my mouth, stifling the choked sob that clawed its way up my throat.
It turned out Raphael had been planning to use me to destroy my family’s reputation.
Every smile, every touch, every whispered promise of love had been nothing but a carefully constructed illusion.
I stumbled back into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
How could I have been so stupid and utterly blind all the time?
I had given him my trust, believing that what we had was real. But it was nothing more than a cruel, twisted lie.
Still, I refused to crumble. Swallowing my sorrow, I steadied myself and fought back.
My trembling fingers clutched the phone as I scrolled through my contacts, finding the name that had always been my safety net.
Victor Delaunay, my brother. The only one who had ever truly loved me, even when I made decisions that tore him apart.
Victor had been disappointed when he discovered my relationship with Raphael. His frustration was sharp and his disapproval fierce.