"Not only that," he added, his voice growing more accusatory.
"She’s been with multiple n, just a plaything for them. And now, she’s trying to make everyone believe that she’s so innocent princess. But you know what? She’s nothing but a liar."
The cara zood in on Adriana, capturing her every reaction.
Her blood ran cold.
She was about to speak out, to deny everything, but just as the words ford on her lips, the man took sothing from his pocket and flung it into the air.
With a sickening flutter, several photographs drifted down like falling leaves.
People gasped as the images settled on the ground, so snapping photos of them with their phones, others whispering in hushed tones.
Adriana’s breath hitched as she saw what was in the photos.
They were intimate, inappropriate shots of her, her clothes disheveled, her hair a ss, and in one of them, a man’s hand was gripping her head, kissing her forcefully.
The photos painted a picture of a woman who had no control, no boundaries.
"Take a good look at these, everyone," the man on the live stream said, grinning as he showed the images to the cara.
"This is the real Adriana. You all think she’s got class, but look at what she’s really like behind closed doors."
Adriana stood frozen, her body stiff as the reality of the mont set in. Her hands trembled as she looked at the photos.
Her mind flashed back to the haunting mories—those nights, those monts, when she was forced to do everything...
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder.
"She’s just using n for fun," soone in the crowd whispered.
"She’ll never be loyal. She’s the kind of girl who’ll just move on to the next guy when she gets bored."
"She’s the worst kind of person," another voice chid in.
"She’s never going to change. She’s just after the next thrill. People like her always end up with diseases."
Adriana’s mind was spinning. The words were cutting through her, each one a sharp blade aid at her soul.
She had never thought her past would co back to haunt her like this.
She wanted to scream, to shout at them that they were wrong, that it wasn’t like that at all.
However, she didn’t want them to know... that she was molested during her entire school years.
Henry, anwhile, was no longer frozen in shock.
He stood up, his body trembling with rage as he looked at the photos, his face dark with fury.
"You..." he started, his voice trembling with anger,
"You were cheating on the whole ti? How could you do this to ? After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay ?"
He stepped forward, his hands balled into fists, but Adriana couldn’t move.
Her body was numb, her throat dry, unable to form the words that might explain everything.
He stepped forward, his eyes blazing with frustration, reaching out to shake her by the shoulders, his grip tightening as he demanded an explanation.
"Say sothing, Adriana! What do you have to say for yourself?" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.
Adriana’s body felt like it was made of stone, frozen in place. Her throat was dry, her mind racing, but no words ca.
Her lips quivered as she bit down on them, desperately trying to find sothing to say, sothing that might make it all stop.
"I..." she began, her voice a re whisper. She swallowed hard, trying to force the words out, but her chest felt so tight.
"I’m not... I’m not like this," she managed to say, though it ca out weak, barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd.
"I’m not that kind of person," she added, her eyes pleading with Henry, with anyone who would listen.
Henry’s gaze softened for a mont, his hand dropping from her shoulders as he took a deep breath. He paused, staring at her as though weighing her words.
After what seed like an eternity, he sighed deeply, his voice quieter but still filled with emotion.
"Fine, Adriana," he said, his tone almost resigned. "If you’re really not like that... then be with ."
He looked around at the crowd, who had been watching their exchange in rapt silence.
"I’ll forget everything," he continued, his voice growing stronger now.
"I’ll forget all this, and we can start fresh. Just be with again. Be my girlfriend."
His eyes locked onto hers, almost pleading, but there was sothing darker lurking behind his gaze. "Please, Adriana."
The crowd, who had been whispering amongst themselves, suddenly burst into applause.
People were nodding their heads in agreent, so even shouting out in praise of Henry’s loyalty.
"Now that’s a real boyfriend!" one voice called out, causing several others to chi in.
"He’s so forgiving, so loyal!" another person said, their voice full of admiration.
So of the girls in the crowd, their eyes bright with admiration, muttered to each other, "A boyfriend like him is so hard to find. He’s truly a keeper."
As Henry stood there, basking in the admiration of the crowd, his inner thoughts were completely different.
He was no longer just desperate to win Adriana back—he was planning his next move.
If she agreed, he would have her under his thumb, and he could manipulate her however he wanted.
He could use the public’s opinion against her, make her feel guilty, and slowly drain her of everything she had.
’Second-hand b*tches like you should have obediently handed your money to . But no... You have to dig into my past. So I did the sa. I know you have a trauma about this and won’t say a single thing, since your anxiety reaction is flaring up. Now you will have to say yes... and by the ti you co to your senses, I will have already got all the money I want.’
But for now, he forced himself to stay in character. His face remained soft, almost tender, as he took a step closer to Adriana.
"Please, Adriana," he whispered, his voice full of false sweetness.
"Let’s just forget everything. I’ll forgive you. We can move forward together. I’m ready to accept you for who you are, no matter what."
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