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The Don Auctioned My Intimate Photos at Six Cents Each

Novelix Completed

追妻火葬场、追悔莫及、打脸、背叛、果断的、成熟、大女主、黑暗、女性力量/大女主、现代/都市

Chapters (3)

第1章

All because I asked his foster sister to apologize after she deliberately jabbed me with the wrong needle ninety-nine times while I was sick—the very next day, my intimate photos were plastered across the entire internet at six cents apiece. I went to find Ethan with my bruised hand still throbbing, only to hear him laughing with his friends on the other side of the door. "I'll play one of Iris's chest shots." "That big a bet? Don, you're too generous—really giving the boys a show!" "Don, you've got Iris's nudes all over the web and printed them into a deck of playing cards for public sale. Aren't you afraid she'll find out and dump you?" Ethan let out a soft laugh and flicked a card printed with my lips onto the table. "She's already been seen naked by everyone. Right now she's dying to beg me to marry her just to save face. Why would she dare break up with me?" The Capos egged him on, laughing like pigs. "Is Don actually going to marry her? If not, once you're bored, mind passing her around? What did Iris even do? Why are you suddenly treating her like this?" At that, Ethan straightened up, his voice dripping with disgust. "Alessia just poked her a few extra times during the injection. She had to be so dramatic about it. It's not like she didn't know Alessia's only an intern. And she still had the nerve to embarrass her. This is just a little lesson." He tossed out the card with my backside on it. It landed on the table without a sound, yet it stole the breath from my lungs for several seconds. … "Don, how'd you come up with the idea of selling Iris's nudes at six cents a pop? That's insanely cheap! The guys can buy the whole set for a few bucks. Even a roadside rose goes for nine cents!" Ethan smirked with disdain. "That's exactly the point. I want everyone to know she's not even worth a cheap rose from a street vendor." "She wanted to humiliate Alessia? Then I'll humiliate her even more." Something seemed to occur to him. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. Broken, breathless sounds filled the room. "I've got videos and audio recordings too. How about nine cents a clip? Who wants them?" My stomach dropped. I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out loud. That video—he'd filmed it in bed last night. Ethan was a Don, untouchable, above everyone. I was just an ordinary Cinderella. He'd pursued me for a long time, agreed to everything I wanted, and only then did I say yes to dating him. Four years together—his appetite in that department had always been insatiable. Lately, though, he'd grown cold toward me. Until last night. For the first time in two months, he was tender with me. He coaxed me into lingerie in bed, patiently shifted positions to bring me pleasure. It was all just to get revenge for Alessia today. The whooping inside the room grew louder and louder, and I felt like I was drowning in their sickening cheers. I bit down on my lip until the taste of iron spread through my mouth—only then did I claw back a shred of reason. A few days ago, it had snowed in New York, and I caught a cold. Days of medication hadn't helped. Ethan seemed concerned, so he drove me to the clinic where his foster sister was interning. It was our very first meeting, yet she seemed to despise me on sight. Every time she inserted the needle, I could clearly feel her missing the vein on purpose. Each botched attempt was agonizing. After just a few sticks, the back of my hand was red and swollen. "Iris, just hang in there—I didn't mean to!" "I'm sorry, seeing you just makes me so nervous. You're not going to give up on me, are you?" "Since you're going to be the Donna, be the bigger person. Give me one more chance, okay?" Ninety-nine needles later, the back of my hand was riddled with puncture marks, a solid sheet of purple and blue. She looked somewhat sheepish, but not a single apology left her lips. In the end, another nurse couldn't stand to watch anymore. She found an excuse to send Alessia away and switched the IV to my other hand. Even so, I still felt wronged. That's why I asked her to apologize. Alessia refused. Only under Ethan's stern warning did she finally mutter, "I'm sorry." The moment the words left her mouth, she ran off in tears. Ethan didn't chase after her. He even laughed and gently reassured me that everything was fine. But the moment my back was turned, he'd posted my intimate photos all over the internet—just to avenge Alessia's wounded pride. Before all of this, he'd held my hand and said: "Once you've met Alessia, I'll take you to meet the Commission. I'll propose to you in front of every Made Man." But if he truly wanted to marry me, why would he do this? Were all those "I love you"s over four years just empty words… I suddenly remembered something a Capo had drunkenly said at a gathering long ago: "If it weren't for the fact that Don has to keep up appearances with Alessia because they're technically siblings—you think he'd have ever looked your way?" My heart was crushed by an invisible fist, so tight I couldn't breathe. I don't know how I managed to walk out. All I remember is that the moment I stepped through the front door, every pair of eyes was on me, full of mockery. The shame and the terror swallowed me whole. With trembling hands, I dialed my parents. Because of their special clearance, Mom and Dad had to go abroad every cycle for a three-year classified experiment. During that time, no one could reach them. And today—today was the day their experiment ended. The call connected. The concern in their voices shattered the last thread holding me together. After I'd cried myself empty, I wiped my tears. "Mom, Dad—I've made up my mind. I want to join you in the research. I want to do something meaningful with my life." Before, because Ethan said he didn't want me too far away, I'd given up my dream of following my parents into science. I'd told myself that spending a lifetime with him, being an ordinary Cinderella, wasn't so bad. But the pumpkin carriage's magic had expired. It was time for me to leave.

第2章

Back at the estate, the snow on the ground was pristine—Ethan clearly hadn't come home yet. I drew the curtains and sank onto the carpet, drained of all strength. My phone shattered the silence. It was Ethan. "Alessia's throwing a party. She insists I bring you. I'm coming to pick you up." Before I could refuse, he hung up. He arrived quickly. Seeing I hadn't changed, he only sighed softly. He pulled a figure-hugging gown from the closet. "Be good. Go put this on—it's not polite to keep them waiting." "I saw the photos online. You… don't overthink it. I believe you, okay?" He started to slip off my coat. I snapped my hand up and caught his wrist. I thought of what they'd discussed in that hourly-rate hotel room. "Don, so how are you going to play this out with Iris?" Ethan hadn't answered, but Alessia's voice had come through his phone. "Obviously we make everyone—including her—wonder if maybe she's just not decent!" "When she's vulnerable, she'll cling to any lifeline. Ethan can just play the savior when she's at her lowest. That way it won't hurt their relationship, and I'll get my satisfaction." "Ethan, you promised you'd never let me be wronged. Please?" After a long silence, Ethan had agreed. "Okay." Soon after, my intimate photos appeared on every major website's front page—even the dark web. I never imagined that after four years with my Don boyfriend, the first time he'd ever use his power against me would be to settle someone else's grudge. I smiled bitterly. "You believe what, exactly?" I yanked the dress off and tossed it aside. I was exhausted. "I'm not going to the party. Go have fun with them yourself." Ethan's brow furrowed—his tell when he was displeased. Sure enough. "Iris! Stop being difficult!" "Alessia heard about what's online. Tonight's party is something she arranged specifically for you—to help you relax. She also wants to formally apologize to you in front of everyone." His fingertip traced the bruises on the back of my hand. "Alessia's being thoughtful. Don't be ungrateful." The car stopped in front of the bar. I reached into my bag for a mask to put on. He looked at me—tender, resolute. "You don't need that. I believe in you. Believe in yourself too, okay?" He threw the mask out the window. Then he pulled me bodily from the car. The instant I stepped into the noisy bar, every single pair of eyes landed on me. I could hear the unconcealed whispers from the corners. "Look—that's her, right? She seems so quiet and sweet. Who knew she was such a slut behind closed doors." "That's definitely her! The photos are way too high-res—there's no mistaking it. Fuck, she's filthy. Even hotter in person!" "Hahahaha…" I kept my spine rigid, swallowing the nausea, and let Ethan lead me into the private room. The moment we stepped inside, Ethan let go of my hand. I kept my head down, staring at the tips of my shoes in a panic, praying the familiar faces in here would be different. They weren't. The Capos' stares in here were even more viscous, more brazen, more revolting than outside. "I don't feel well. I want to go home." I turned to leave, but a hand clamped around my wrist. A rough thumb traced circles on my skin, making goosebumps erupt across my body. The man holding me was Ethan's Underboss—the one who'd been jeering the loudest that day. His gaze raked over me without shame. "Iris, where are you going? It's rare we get to unwind together. Don't you want to get a little… closer?" ---

第3章

The innuendo was obvious. It made my stomach turn and my lungs seize. Alessia poked her head out from behind him, smiling with wide-eyed innocence. "You scared the future Donna!" She grabbed me from the doorway and dragged me to the center of the room. The overhead light bore down, leaving me nowhere to hide. That's when I looked at Ethan. He sat in the corner, idly swirling his whiskey glass, watching everything unfold. He smiled at me—the same gentle smile as always. This was the man who'd promised to love me. And now he'd turned me into a rat scurrying through the gutter. A glass of hard liquor was thrust in front of me, cutting off my line of sight to Ethan. Alessia beamed at me. It sent a chill down my spine. "Iris, I was wrong about the needle thing. I'm just clumsy—I made you suffer. I owe you an apology. Drink this, and forgive me, okay?" "And about those photos online…" She pulled out her phone with feigned naivety, zooming in on the pictures, her tone laced with theatrical concern. "Iris, is this really you? If it is… who took these? You wouldn't have gone behind Ethan's back…" She glanced at Ethan, cutting herself off at precisely the right moment. "But never mind—I believe you. Ethan definitely believes you too! Go on, drink up, Iris. Once you're drunk, all the pain goes away!" Her words drew laughter from everyone in the room. They whistled and cheered. Ethan looked somewhat resigned and set a glass of warm water beside her. "Alessia, don't drink too much. You're a nurse—you should know alcohol damages the body." Alessia pouted and looked at me apologetically. "Well, in that case—Iris, would you mind drinking mine for me?" Every eye in the room fell on me. I wanted to decline, but Ethan lifted the glass directly to my lips. "Just drink it. Alessia's my sister—which makes her your sister too. What's the big deal about having a couple of drinks for her?" I froze. He'd forgotten that I was a patient whose cold still hadn't fully cleared—a patient who'd been getting IV drips just two days ago. He'd also forgotten that this drink was supposed to be Alessia's apology to me. Now the person being apologized to was being forced to drink on behalf of the person who'd wronged her. How laughable. I finally saw Ethan for what he truly was. All those times he'd seemed to go along with whatever I wanted—he'd never actually cared. Because it didn't matter to him, he just said okay to everything. I swallowed the bitterness and took the glass. "If I drink this, can I leave? I'm tired. I want to go home." Ethan blinked, then finally nodded—under the weight of Alessia's wounded stare. The liquor scorched my throat and set my whole body on fire. I set the glass down and turned toward the door. The moment my hands closed around the door handle, my body went limp against my will. My panicked reaction ignited their cruelty. They cheered and closed in around me. My body was failing—I couldn't make out the faces or the objects in front of me. My breathing turned ragged. I looked, disbelieving, at Ethan—who was calmly holding a glass of water to Alessia's lips as she swallowed a hangover pill. "You drugged me. Together with all of them." The Underboss crouched down and blew a smoke ring in my face. A cold metal lighter smacked against my cheek—twice, hard. "This stuff's made for call girls. Once you take it, you get real obedient—whatever anyone says, you do it. Don had this brought in special from the red-light district, just to make Alessia happy. That's what you get for making Alessia unhappy." "I've told you before—Alessia is the most important person in Don's heart. You wouldn't listen. You had the nerve to make her cry—and demand an apology?" "A Donna can be replaced. Can a sister?" "Who are you to deserve an apology from Alessia? Looking forward to your performance… Iris." They whistled, their eyes crawling over the skin exposed beneath my gown. One Capo seized my chin. "Bitch. Bark like a dog for the boys." I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue, desperately trying to look toward Ethan. "Ethan! Take me to the hospital—please…" Don't let me be humiliated like this. But through my blurring vision, his indifferent gaze and Alessia's gloating smile melted into one. "Woof—" Before I lost consciousness, I saw Ethan stand and take a sip of whiskey. "Over the clothes. Don't take it too far." "Relax, Don. Once the drug wears off, she won't remember a thing from tonight!" ---