Chapter 1

###Chapter 1

Two days before my wedding, a video of me sleeping with a man was posted online, with a price tag of "one box of Durex condoms."

Panicking, I rushed to the private club where my fiancé, Oliver Patterson, was staying. I had to explain that the video was fake before he saw it and misunderstood.

When I arrived at the VIP room, the door was slightly ajar. Inside, one of Oliver's friends was setting up a lie detector.

"Bro, the needle won't move if you tell the truth, but it'll start swinging when you lie."

Oliver raised an eyebrow and attached the sensors to his body.

I was about to push the door open, but my hand slowly fell to my side.

"Oliver, was it you who leaked that scandalous video of your fiancée?"

I smiled to myself. Oliver loved me so much. There was no way he could have done something like that.

"No," he answered curtly.

The next second, the lie detector's needle began swinging wildly from side to side.

A loud buzz seemed to explode inside my head. The smile froze on my face.

"Did you do it to avenge Louise? She ended up in the hospital yesterday after your fiancée slapped her. You must've been heartbroken seeing your precious childhood sweetheart get hurt."

Oliver stretched out his long arm and pulled Louise, his childhood sweetheart, into his embrace.

The corners of his mouth twitched. "No."

Once again, the needle swung violently, taking a long time to settle.

Curled up in his arms, Louise ran her fingers over the firm muscles beneath his white shirt, and muttered gently, "But now your fiancée's intimate videos are going viral all over the internet. Aren't you afraid she'll find out you're behind it?"

Oliver ripped off the sensor, his expression dripping with disdain.

"So what if she finds out? She's always bullying you. This time, she even had the nerve to hit you in broad daylight. If I don't teach her a lesson now, what's going to happen after we're married? She'll think she can get away with anything."

"I have plenty more of that kind of footage of her."

With a few casual taps on his phone, he sent my nude photos and intimate videos flooding into their group chat.

Almost immediately, the room erupted in lewd laughter.

"Damn, your fiancée's body is incredible, Oliver! How about livestreaming your wedding night so we can all watch the show? Hahaha!"

"I'll think about it..." Oliver smirked.

I stood frozen outside the door, every inch of my body was numb. The pain in my chest was unbearable.

So after five years of loving him wholeheartedly and giving him everything I had, I was nothing more than a plaything to him.

Slowly straightening my back, I took out my phone and dialed a number I had buried deep in my contacts for years.

Letting out a deep breath, I spoke. "Does your promise to wait five years for me still stand?"

...

"Of course. You have only two days left before I give up on you for good." The man's deep voice came through the phone.

"Then come get me tomorrow night. I'll marry you," I choked out.

There was a brief silence on the other end before he let out a cold chuckle. "Alessia, are you playing games with me?"

"If you don't want to come, forget it—"

"I'll come." His domineering voice cut me off. "Since you've finally asked me yourself, even if I have to drag you away by force, I'm taking you with me this time."

Denver was the man my family had arranged for me to marry.

Five years ago, I broke off our engagement to pursue Oliver. Before I left, Denver had promised to wait for me for five years.

Hearing his answer, I felt some of the tension in my chest finally eased.

After hanging up, I opened the video with trembling fingers and forced myself to look at the man on the screen for the first time.

His face was obscured. All I could see was a blurry figure moving behind me, but I still recognized him.

It really was Oliver.

The video was real. The only thing that had ever been fake was his love for me.

I clamped a hand over my mouth as tears streamed down my face.

Just then, another curious voice came from inside the VIP room.

"Oliver, your fiancée has had six miscarriages in five years. Don't tell me you were behind those, too?"

Oliver took a drag of his cigarette, his expression unreadable.

"If she hadn't clung to me so desperately back then, Louise wouldn't have been so upset that she left the country."

"Didn't she want to have my child more than anything? The more she wants something, the more I want her to experience what it's like to lose it."

"That's true. Alessia was ruthless enough to drive Louise away just to marry you. But what if she finds out the truth and leaves you?"

Oliver stubbed out his cigarette, a confident smile spreading across his face.

"The whole world knows she's a slut now. Who else would want her if she left me?"

My whole body shuddered violently.

Ever since Louise returned from abroad last year, she'd been spreading nasty rumors about me everywhere.

For Oliver's sake, I had swallowed my anger again and again, choosing to endure the humiliation rather than make things difficult for him.

But she'd only grown bolder. She even claimed that I had aborted six bastards fathered by different men over the past five years.

I couldn't take it anymore. That was why I'd gone to her office building and slapped her across the face.

When Oliver caught up with us, Louise was clutching her swollen cheek and sobbing uncontrollably.

He had merely smiled and tapped the tip of my nose.

"Feel better now? If you keep getting angry, you'll become ugly. Then you won't be a beautiful bride anymore."

I'd never imagined that the moment he turned around, he would expose my most humiliating moments to the entire world. All to avenge the single slap I'd given his precious childhood sweetheart.

The laughter inside the VIP room continued, every burst cutting into my heart like a knife.

My legs nearly gave out beneath me as I fled the place, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

Five years ago, I had fallen in love with Oliver at first sight while traveling. To pursue him, I'd even gone so far as to cut ties with my own parents.

Throughout our relationship, whenever we were intimate, he would coax me into going along with his various games and unconventional demands.

I had believed those things were his way of expressing his love for me. Even when I felt uncomfortable and resisted deep down, I still tried my best to accommodate him.

I never knew he'd been secretly recording the most shameful and vulnerable moments of my life all along.

I bit down hard on my lip. If he was willing to destroy my reputation just to avenge Louise, then I'd give them both a gift they would never forget.