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Using Our Private Videos as Blackmail After I Left: How I Drove My Ex–Fiancé to Insanity
I offered to exchange my life for Gabriel Foster’s mother with the kidnappers.
But they went back on their word and killed her on the spot.
My own sister, Chloe Collins, reported me as the mastermind behind it all.
As a result, I was sentenced to five years in prison.
My parents, both politicians, felt I had disgraced the family name by going to jail and disowned me.
Gabriel Foster, however, treated me the same as always, telling me with deep emotion: “Aria, I believe in you.”
Until I overheard his conversation with his friends outside a private room.
“Gabe, when are you planning to avenge your mom? Isn’t it time that bitch Aria gets what she deserves?”
“In seven days, I’ll release the video of her moaning beneath me to the public. I want everyone in the city to see just how slutty Aria Collins really is! I’ll make sure she’s run out of town for good!”
My blood ran cold.
Seven days later was supposed to be our wedding day. Those intimate videos taken in moments of passion would become his final blade to
stab me with.
Gabriel Foster, I won’t give you the chance.
Before then, I’ll get those videos back and disappear from your world forever!
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I returned home with a heavy heart, only to find my front door plastered with pornographic cards.
The woman in the cards was me, with my face swapped using Al.
I trembled in fear, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Then, I frantically tore down those cards with all my might.
But I didn’t know that those maliciously face–swapped pornographic images had already spread far and wide.
My sister Chloe, who had righteously turned me in before, called.
“Sis, how do you like those little cards? Gabriel specifically told me to find a sexy model, one that matches your reputation.”
“Don’t you think so? You mastermind!”
I should have guessed long ago who was really behind all this.
So, in seven days, those videos secretly recorded by Gabriel were going to be spread to the world in this way?
Gabriel Foster, I didn’t realize you hated me this much.
Too heartbroken to grieve, I frantically searched for Gabriel’s laptop.
Those videos must be stored there.
Unfortunately, the computer was password–protected. I tried all his usual passwords but couldn’t unlock it.
I finally gave up.
12:46 PM
I opened my phone and booked a flight to Melbourne for seven days later.
A few minutes later, customer service called.
“Hello Miss Collins, the flight seven days from now at noon may be delayed due to heavy fog. Would you like to change your flight?”
“Yes, please change it to an earlier flight.”
Gabriel Foster, who had just walked in, happened to hear this and anxiously asked:
“We’re getting married in seven days. Where are you going?”
“I’m just booking a flight for a friend. Where else would I go?”
“That’s good. Aria, I’ve been busy preparing for our wedding these past few days and may have neglected you. After we’re married, I’ll make it up to you in every way.”
Looking into those seemingly sincere eyes, I couldn’t tell how much of Gabriel’s words were true and how much were false.
Composing myself, I nodded casually.
Then Gabriel slipped his hand inside my shirt, his lips teasing my ear.
He knew exactly where my sensitive spots were.
But the desire he aroused in me only made me feel more ashamed. Trying to suppress my emotions, I pushed him away forcefully.
“Gabriel, I’m not feeling well today. Another time.”
Gabriel froze for half a second, then gently let me go.
