After 99 Humiliations, My Brothers Destroyed Me—Now They'll Never Find Me

At the wedding, Adrian Gilbert had just slipped a hundred-billion-dollar diamond ring onto my finger—then turned around and started auctioning our intimate photos.

He shoved me aside where I stood frozen and pulled his childhood sweetheart up onto the stage.

"Vanessa, use these to practice. That way you won't be nervous at the international auction house."

The guests roared with laughter.

"Vanessa Gill suddenly wants to play auctioneer, and Mr. Gilbert's putting on quite the show."

"He really is something—selling photos of his own wife."

My face went cold. I turned to leave.