Chapter 1

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.