No More Forgiveness Tokens

By the time the driver took me home, it was already late.

Dave still wasn't back, and I didn't bother asking where he was.

The next morning, his executive assistant showed up with another gift from him—two storefront property deeds.

He even made sure to explain them.

One was compensation for forcing me to lick the cream.

The other was an apology for the egg challenge.

Without a word, I marked them No. 287 and No. 288, then tossed them into the safe like they were junk mail.

The house staff beside me smiled brightly.

"Mr. Tarrett really adores you. He's giving you gifts more and more often."

I just smiled back without saying anything.

She didn't know those "gifts" were compensation payments every time Dave hurt me.

I looked at the safe stuffed with property deeds and knew I'd be leaving soon.

But before that, there was still one thing I needed to take with me.

A camera.

There were things inside it that needed to disappear forever.

Dave had always been into trying reckless stuff in bed. Sometimes, in the middle of it, he liked filming us.

Back then, those videos felt intimate.

Now they just felt dangerous.

If those clips ever got leaked, my life would be over.

I tore through the entire room searching for the camera, but it was nowhere.

Just as I was about to start looking again, my manager Claudia called, practically screaming.

"Bianca, have you lost your mind? Get online right now! Your sex tapes are all over the internet! You seriously slept with other sponsors behind Mr. Tarrett's back? If you want to ruin yourself, fine, but don't drag the whole agency down with you!"

My mind went completely blank.

All I could hear was Claudia screaming through the phone.

"You better explain those videos right now! And if Mr. Tarrett loses it over this, none of us are letting you off the hook!"

Then the call cut off.

My hands shook as I grabbed my phone.

The trending page was flooded with my leaked intimate videos.

And right at the top was the headline—

[International Supermodel Bianca Belmont Slept Her Way to the Top]

Dave's face had been blurred out.

Mine wasn't.

My flushed expression was displayed front and center for the entire internet to stare at.

Millions of people online ripped me apart, calling me a useless tramp who slept her way to fame.

My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed onto the floor.

But before I could fall completely, Dave suddenly appeared and caught me against his chest.

"Don't look at it," he said quickly. "It's fine. I'll handle this. Trust me."

The second he finished comforting me, his expression turned terrifyingly cold.

He looked around the room and roared,

"Who did this?! Tell me right now! Who the hell did this?!"

I'd never seen him this furious before.

My eyes instantly started burning.

But then Maggie's casual voice drifted over from nearby.

"Dave, you mean the videos? I uploaded them."

The arm around my waist tightened instantly.

Dave and I both looked at Maggie.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she said with a smile. "I just saw the videos and thought Bianca looked pretty hot in them. Wouldn't it be a waste if only Dave got to enjoy that? So I posted them myself. Beautiful things are meant to be shared, right?"

My blood slammed straight to my head.

I lunged at her without thinking, but before I could touch her, Dave grabbed my wrist.

"Bianca! That's enough!"

Overwhelmed by anger and humiliation, I snapped, "But she—"

Before I could finish, Dave glanced at Maggie's smug face, then looked back at me with a frown.

"I'll get the posts taken down. Let's just end it here. Stop going after Maggie, okay? You know that, after all, she's still—"