But he was the same man who had secretly recorded our intimate moments. The same man who had intended to use those videos to destroy my family.
He was not someone who loved me. This was just another one of his tricks.
True to Colette’s words, I could find the video and the notes.
[How to Bring Down the Delaunay Family:
1. Make Nadine fall for me.
2. Uncover her weaknesses and exploit her.
3. Record an intimate video and leak it. (Damn, she’s still a virgin!)
4. Have thugs violate her, then discard her after that.
5. Farewell, Delaunay family. The Moreau dynasty begins.]
I clenched the phone in a vice grip, my hatred simmering beneath the surface. Every word on that screen confirmed the depth of his deception.
The carefully orchestrated betrayal, the next steps in his twisted plan—it all pointed to one conclusion. Once the intimate video was taken, the violation by thugs would come for me next.
No wonder he was so pleased to see me return to my apartment.
As soon as our car pulled up, I flung the phone back into his hand without a word. No gratitude, no parting glance—just cold indifference as I stepped out and strode toward the apartment building.