“You don’t get it—Mr. Whytton had it all planned out! The lingerie wasn’t even the main attraction. The real money’s in the collector’s cards inside—high-def, private shots of Faith in matching sets. He printed thousands of them!”
“She acts all high and mighty, but turns out she knows exactly how to please a man. Bet she’s been treating you real nice, huh, Vic?”
That last bit hit just right—Victor soaked up the praise, smug and satisfied.
He stomped down heavily on my younger brother's chest a few times.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll spare you. Everyone, listen up—Abby is my treasure. If anyone dares lay a finger on her, I'll drag them down into the mud and they’ll never get back up. Not even Faith is an exception! A mere bedwarmer thinks she can rise above Abby? Dream on!"
My younger brother, now groveling at Victor's feet, quickly changed his tune, joining the others in branding me as nothing more than a shameless woman.
The atmosphere in the room grew lively again.
After a few rounds of drinks, Victor's fellow rich colleague got emboldened by the alcohol. He suggested, "A few hundred grand is nothing. Mr. Whytton, don’t you have something more exciting for us? Let's do something big, take it to the next level!"
Victor gave him a smug, "You’re on the right track" kind of look, then started rummaging through his phone and casually connected it to the screen.
I was a dancer, so I was used to being filmed.
On the big screen, my graceful dance moves and delicate face were on full display. But I never imagined that one day, the screen would show me flushed with desire.
The constant pointing and mocking felt like daggers stabbing straight into my chest.
What drowned me out wasn’t applause. It was an overwhelming tide of shame.
I gripped the door handle tightly, my nails digging into my palm. The blood stained the glass door, but I still couldn’t bring myself to open it.
Years ago, I was being stalked by a delusional fan. Victor came into the scene like some hero out of a movie. He swooped in to save me. After that, he seemed to fell for me at first sight.
He threw millions into setting up a talent agency just for me and boldly declared that he was going to marry me.
I admired him, both as a man and as someone who believed in me when no one else did. I quickly fell for him, too.