Chapter 3

I don't know how long this humiliation lasted before Damien finally finished with lingering satisfaction.

He straightened his perfectly unwrinkled clothes and walked straight toward the cocktail party.

Leaving only one sentence: "You can leave now."

Not caring at all that my dress was torn to shreds.

I understood.

This was also part of Damien's twisted pleasure.

He wanted me to leave looking disheveled like this.

I bit my lip.

I tried to gather the remaining fabric together and limped toward the exit, enduring the pain.

Despite being extremely careful, I still attracted attention from those around me.

Seeing my appearance, they instantly understood:

"Oh my God, to do such shameless things at this kind of occasion? I've seen it all now."

"Young girls these days will do anything to climb the social ladder!"

"That dress is wasted on her—such a beautiful dress ruined."

Damien stood in the crowd with a faint smile, as if he had nothing to do with it, enjoying the show.

I ignored them.

I just lowered my head and escaped this suffocating place as quickly as possible.

My phone dinged.

Another hundred thousand deposited.

I don't know when it started, but my relationship with Damien had completely become a financial transaction.

I thought this would be the end of it.

But a few days later, someone anonymously posted compromising photos of me on the campus website.

They even gave it an eye-catching title:

"Female College Student Allegedly Rejected After Offering Herself to Wealthy Elite"

The photo was of me at the party entrance trying desperately to cover myself.

The angle was calculated to maximize my embarrassment and humiliation.

Hateful comments instantly flooded the entire comment section:

"This kind of girl is a disgrace to our school—she should just leave!"

"Clearly desperate for money, thinking taking off her clothes will get her into a wealthy family?"

"I heard she's an honors student in her department. Who knew her private life was this messy!"

"Looks decent on the outside but so disgusting inside!"

"Expel her immediately, or she'll ruin our school's reputation!"

My fingers turned white from gripping my phone so hard.

My entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Before I could process it all, my advisor called to inform me of the decision to expel me.

"No, Ms. Parker, please let me explain!"

I gripped my phone tightly, trying to stay calm:

"This isn't what it looks like online."

"This is all a misunderstanding."

After I explained desperately, Ms. Parker finally agreed to give me one more chance to prove myself.

I immediately called Damien, hoping he would clarify things with the school.

But he just laughed dismissively: "Aren't you though?"

One sentence left me frozen in place.

"However... I'm in a good mood today!"

"I can give you a chance to beg me."

So an hour later, I rushed breathlessly to the bar Damien mentioned.

The room was packed with people, and Damien sat right in the center.

He smiled and pointed to the table full of alcohol: "These are all gifts prepared for you."

"Drink them all, and I'll have the dean cancel your expulsion."

He knew I was allergic to alcohol.

Yet he still chose to humiliate me this way.

"Fine!"

But I couldn't be expelled. I had no choice but to agree.

Glass after glass.

My stomach burned painfully.

My face and body swelled more and more from the allergic reaction.

Seeing my movements slow down, Fiona, sitting next to Damien, suddenly spoke:

"Drinking so slowly? Can you afford to waste our time?"

Looking at her smug, instigating expression, a realization dawned on me:

Fiona liked Damien.

That's why she'd framed me repeatedly.

Unfortunately, I realized this too late.

Fiona had already ordered people to pin me to the ground.

First, they pried open my mouth and poured alcohol in.

Then they simply dumped the rest all over me.

Damien just sat there watching without saying a word.

My vision gradually blurred.

My stomach churned with wave after wave of pain.

I felt something flowing out of my body.

I suddenly thought maybe it would be better to just end it all like this.

Something was flowing from my body.

"Blood! She's bleeding!"