The Golden Globes were here, and I was about to accept the Best Actress award. Suddenly, Tiffany Lynn stumbled onto the stage, covered in bruises and wearing nothing but her underwear. She dropped to her knees, banging her head against the floor. "Sister, I've done everything you asked! I serviced those dozen producers, please, don't send me back to the sticks! I don't want to marry that seventy-year-old! Just let me stay as Mom and Dad's adopted daughter, please..." My own parents, furious, ripped my dress to shreds right there in front of everyone. My brother, in a fit of rage, threw me into a high-end escort service. Producers I'd once turned down were now lining up to "book" me. Stalker fans I'd reported were now finding new and twisted ways to humiliate me every night. It wasn't until six months later, the day before my brother's wedding to Tiffany, that they even thought of me again. After my last client left, my brother pushed the door open. Without looking at him, I instinctively crawled back into bed, silently spreading my legs. ... "Olivia Carter! Have you no shame?!" his angry voice boomed. "Six months, and you haven't learned a thing! You've become so goddamn depraved!" Expecting another beating for upsetting a client, I started trembling and dropped to my knees, begging. "I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want, please, don't be mad." A black suit jacket was suddenly thrown over my body. I looked up, my body stiffening. It was my brother, Ethan Carter. Ethan's eyes flashed with something unreadable, but his face quickly hardened. "Playing the victim again? You're a famous actress, Olivia, a Carter. No one would dare hurt you." "If it weren't for Tiffany's kind heart, offering you to be her bridesmaid, I'd leave you here to rot!" For a moment, I was disoriented. I used to be the most respectable actress in the industry, now Ethan had thrown me into this place to become the cheapest commodity. Anyone with enough money could unleash their darkest desires on me. My shame had long been shattered into dust by countless insults and beatings. Ethan grabbed my shoulder, still healing from a break, and tried to yank me up. The pain was excruciating, but my cries came out sounding like suggestive moans. The drugs they'd pumped into me had turned my body into a machine, making everything I did sound like a dirty come-on. Ethan's eyes widened, and he recoiled as if shocked. He slapped me hard across the face. "Are you addicted to being a slut now?" My body flinched, and I instinctively knelt and grabbed his leg, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Whatever you want, I'll do it. Just please, don't hit me. It really hurts." Ethan's voice was ice cold. "You think you can wipe away the damage you did to Tiffany with crocodile tears? Think again!" He dragged me out roughly, and I didn't dare resist. I knew resistance would only bring worse punishment. Suddenly, a mob of reporters descended on us at the club entrance, raising their cameras like hyenas. The flashing lights blinded me as they eagerly captured my most vulnerable moments. A stalker fan had a fetish for shining a flashlight in my face in the dark, enjoying my humiliated expression. I trembled, trying to shrink away, all the blood draining from my face. "Olivia, we heard you ended up in an escort service after quitting acting. Do you prefer getting paid to spread your legs?" Ethan frowned, his voice sharp. "That's ridiculous! My sister's just here as a waitress..." The reporters started their interrogation. "You're so open now. Was your 'clean' image all marketing? Did you sleep your way to win the Golden Globe too? " "Nah, her daddy's money and Tiffany Lynn's favors bought her that award!" Ethan's eyes narrowed. The next second, he blocked my retreat. "It's about time you experienced what Tiffany went through." He shoved me into the spotlight, leaving me nowhere to escape. "You were a top star with a great body. You must get a lot of bookings! Who's your favorite kind of client? How do you feel about being called 'the town bicycle'?" "Do you know how many men you've serviced? Are you worried about catching something? " "Why aren't you answering, Olivia? Are you afraid you'll just start seducing people again? Don't worry, we all think you're dirty." The reporters burst into laughter, their eyes full of ridicule and disgust. I closed my eyes and endured, just like every other day and night. Then someone got bold and reached for my breasts. My body went limp and soft against my will, a small moan escaping my lips. 2 Ethan's chest heaved, and he grabbed me, throwing me into the car. "What the hell are you doing? Why didn't you fight back? Are you that desperate for it?!" When I first arrived, I had resisted. I was beaten mercilessly, then forced to satisfy more than a dozen men at once. After a few times, I learned my lesson. Ethan stared at my blank expression, his face twisting with disappointment. "Tiffany begged us to let you come back. Tomorrow is our wedding. Behave yourself. If you try to hurt her again, I swear I'll turn you into the town whore." But Ethan, I've already become that the day you dropped me off here. His face darkening, Ethan brought me home. Mom and Dad were inside, fawning over Tiffany as she blew out the candles on a cake. Tiffany was my adopted sister, taken in by my parents after I was kidnapped. Today was her birthday. And mine. My parents gave me a quick glance and nothing more. Ethan, however, shoved the cake in my face, gesturing for me to blow out the candles. "Welcome home, sis. You're Mom and Dad's real daughter, the real birthday girl." The candlelight flickered. My breath caught, my teeth chattering. I remembered the men who had dripped hot wax all over my body. The scars from the low-temperature burns were still there. Fear washed over me. I collapsed, knocking the cake to the floor. Anger flashed on my parents’ faces, veins bulging on their foreheads. “If you're gonna cause trouble, get the hell out!" Terrified, I curled up in a ball, apologizing and begging for mercy. "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again! Please don't hit me..." Tiffany put on a sweet smile and pulled me to the table. "Olivia just got back, maybe she needs time to adjust. Mom and Dad, don't be mad at her. I got Olivia a birthday present. It'll help her feel at home." My parents' expressions softened. Tiffany, a smirk playing on her lips, held a box out to me. A baseball bat, a baseball, a jump rope, bandages... Tiffany leaned in close and whispered, "I got these just for you, Olivia. All your favorite toys. Do you like them?" Memories flooded back. I remembered the fear of being ripped open by the baseball bat, the client's leering face as he shoved a baseball into me. I felt the burning sensation of the jump rope digging into my skin, the suffocating feeling of the bandages stuffed in my mouth... Tears streamed down my face. I flinched and knocked the box away. Tiffany screamed and fell dramatically backwards. Mom, Dad, and Ethan rushed to catch her. When they looked at me again, their eyes blazed with rage. Dad, his face red, kicked me to the ground. "You beast! You dare hurt Tiffany in front of me! If you weren't my daughter, I'd tear you limb from limb!" Ethan threw the toys at me, yelling, "I was going to forgive you, I even considered helping you get back in the industry!" "Just rot for the rest of your life!" I was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on my skin. I lay on the floor, not daring to move, silently crying. I was already rotten. 3 Dad, seeing my tears, calmed down a little. Mom sighed. "Why are you always so stubborn? You wronged Tiffany back then. Are you still going to keep this up?" Tiffany grabbed Mom's hand and touched it to her cheek. "It's okay, Mom, I volunteered. It's not Olivia's fault." But as she said it, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Ethan's eyes turned cold. "It's a famous director. I was going to have him give you a comeback, but I guess that's out." Tiffany stopped him. "Olivia's been through enough cleaning the club, I'm sure she'll get better. Give her another chance." Tiffany's voice was sweet, but her eyes were full of poison. She led everyone to the garden, claiming she was taking care of my mental state and giving me space to audition. The moment the man spoke, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I just wanted to run! Leon Vance walked up to me, backlit by the sun. His hand trailed over my body like a sticky, venomous snake. I tried to back away, but I was too terrified to move. "You're my prized possession. Don't think you can escape me. You have your sweet little sister to thank." He was a stalker who I had rejected, and for the last six months, he came to the club regularly to get revenge. He was ruthless, and he had brought me to the brink of despair multiple times. Leon picked up the baseball bat, looking displeased. "Didn't you like my treasures? You threw it on the floor, you think you don't have to listen to your master at home?" He used the baseball bat to lift my chin, teasing me all over my body. My body had been trained by him, and I automatically struck seductive poses. Tears kept coming, but I didn't dare cry out or ask for help. Suddenly, the door burst open. I was half-undressed, but Leon's clothes were still neat. The four people in the doorway froze. Then, there were two angry shouts and two screams. Ethan’s face was red. He marched over and slapped me hard. My ears rang, a current running through my body. I reflexively bowed in apology. Ethan’s rage grew. "Olivia Carter, you're pretty good at seducing directors! What are you doing now, trying to act innocent! What have you learned at the club? You'll throw away your reputation to come back?" Dad's beard bristled with anger. "How could my family have such a shameless daughter!" Mom hid in Tiffany's arms, looking distressed. Tiffany smiled. "You had me go to work the producers, it’s not cool now that you're doing it yourself. Even if you're that eager to come back, you shouldn't start being so horny in the living room. " Ethan glared at me. "What are you waiting for? Leon cares a lot about his reputation. Apologize to him!" I was kicked to my knees, trembling, my voice hoarse. Ethan kept putting me down, trying to flatter Leon out the door. Dad clutched his chest, his voice full of anger. "From now on, you can forget about acting! I'll never let you embarrass the family again." But ever since I stepped into that club, my career and my life were over. Dad grabbed all the trophies I had won from the display case and smashed them in front of me. Tiffany pretended to stop him but slipped my favorite trophy into his hands. "Olivia made a mistake, but she's your daughter! She worked hard for those awards. Don't smash them!" Dad gently pushed her aside. "If only you were my real daughter. I wish I'd never found her!" He slammed the trophy down in front of me. The crash startled me. I felt like I was back in the club being beaten. I didn't care about the glass shards. I just kept banging my head on the floor, blood dripping from my nose. "Please don't hit me. I'll never run again. I'll be a good girl. I'll do whatever they want to me. Just don't hit me! I'm really scared..." Ethan came back in from outside. "What are you talking about? I sent you to the club to clean, not to service clients!" "You think you can fool us with a good show? Do you think you can cry and make us forget about you trying to seduce Leon? Dream on!" "Keep acting! See how long you can keep it up!" I didn't react. I just kept kneeling and banging my head on the floor. Mom always had a soft spot for me. Sighing, she took out the first-aid kit and cleaned my forehead. "Don't punish yourself anymore. Do the right thing." "Tomorrow is your brother's wedding. Don't mess it up again." 4 The next day, Tiffany and Ethan's wedding was held in the garden behind the mansion. Before the wedding started, Tiffany, in a wedding dress, screamed and ran into Ethan and my parents' arms, crying as if her heart would break. "I thought the darkness was over, but someone took pictures and posted them online! Today's my wedding, and they're trying to ruin me! I can't live in this world anymore!" They were shocked and angry. Mom covered her mouth in disbelief. Dad's eyes widened, and he reached for his blood pressure medication. Ethan grabbed my hair and shoved the video in my face. "Tell me! What did you do?!" I shook my head frantically as I watched. "I don't know! It wasn't me! I didn't do anything..." Slaps rained down on my face, stinging my skin. Ethan’s eyes were murderous. “Who else could it be? You made her sleep with producers to help you get to the top. Now you keep targeting Tiffany. She gave up being a Carter to marry me. Why can’t you just leave her alone?” “Today is her wedding. Did you have to ruin the rest of her life? Do you hate her that much?” “Why do you think you’re still a Carter!” Tiffany cried and threatened to kill herself. My parents turned red with grief. Ethan held Tiffany tight. “Don’t worry, I was your brother. Now, I’m your husband. I will always protect you.” Then he called his assistant. “Delete all the videos. Replace Tiffany’s face with Olivia’s. She’s made her bed, now she can lie in it. “ Tiffany sobbed in his arms. Dad supported Mom as they slowly walked up to me, their faces pale. “We’re so disappointed in you. You’ve hurt Tiffany again and again. And you don’t regret it.” “Starting today, we’re through!” “You’re no longer a Carter!” Mom's body tensed. She looked sad, but when she saw how upset Tiffany was, her eyes turned cold. I felt nothing. I answered dully, "Okay..." After being tortured for six months, I didn't dare consider them family anymore. I trudged away, exhausted, never looking back. I would never return. No one noticed my departure. The wedding went on as planned. There were many guests at the scene, and the place was very lively. Ethan, as the groom, walked from table to table with a wine glass. In a corner, a drunk man stopped him. His face was full of ugly and disgusting smiles. "Where's Olivia? Why isn't she at the club either?" "She's really good in bed. I've never met anyone who can moan like her. She's been with a lot of people this year, but I don't care." "Where is she? Get her out here. I want her body again!" Ethan froze in place, the wine glass shattering on the floor with a "clang!" “What did you say?!” The drunk man was still muttering nasty words. Ethan’s face was pale, and he was trembling. He punched the drunk man in the nose. The drunk man covered his nose and glared. "Who doesn't know that you sent Olivia to the club yourself? I paid for it. Why do you have the right to hit me!" Ethan's eyes were red, and his fists rained down. He grabbed a chair and tried to smash it over the man's head. The people around him rushed to pull the angry Ethan away. Tiffany ran over screaming. “Ethan, today is our wedding. What are you doing!” “Are you going to ruin our wedding?” Ethan pried Tiffany's hands off him. “I need to find Olivia. I need to figure things out!” “We…wronged her.”
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