Betrayed by Her Fiancé

At the engagement party, my fiancé, Nathan Ford, drugged me and then publicly auctioned off my first night for a dollar. By the next day, pictures of me in bed were circulating everywhere online, and I was completely blacklisted from the dance community. Crushed, I sought solace from him, only to overhear his conversation with friends through the door: “Nate, I must admit, your fiancée has an amazing figure. When's the next auction? I'll be there to support you!” “Next time, it shouldn't start at just a dollar. Let's kick off at fifty cents! Unless, of course, you're aiming for the whole package!” “Keep dreaming! No matter what, Amalia is Nate’s girl. Unless Nate gets tired of her, you won't even get close!” “Heh, just joking! But once Nate ditches her, maybe I'll try for the real deal myself!” “But now Amalia’s private photos are splashed all over the internet, and there's even footage on the dark web.

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Zelda's mysterious words gave me goosebumps. I was itching to leave. But Nathan and Zelda were on either side of me, guiding me into the private lounge. The looks inside were far worse—brazen and revolting.

"Nate, why didn't your sister change her clothes before she came?" one of Nathan's friends asked, the same guy who was the loudest at Nathan's house earlier that day. His gaze was disgusting as it lingered over me.

"No worries if she didn't change. She'll be out of them soon enough. Isn't sis known for her dance moves? Perfect opportunity for a little show!"

Just as I was about to protest, Zelda handed me a cocktail. "Sis, ignore them. They're just messing around. Drink this, and you'll forget all this nonsense."

She shoved the glass into my hand. I instinctively glanced at Nathan. He was in the corner, casually swirling his drink. When our eyes met, he smiled gently, reminiscent of when he confessed his feelings to me. But beneath that warm smile was something darker.

"Sis, why are you staring at my brother? Afraid he's going to spike your drink?" Zelda chuckled, sending another chill down my spine. "Don't worry about those scandalous photos online. Even if you did upset my brother, he'd forgive you. Drinking is the best way to brush off your worries!"

The others chimed in, urging me to join in. "Sis, declining to drink is a slap in the face to our dear Zelda." "Don't act coy. Those scandalous photos are all over—some friends even use them as screensavers!"

Even Nathan urged, "Amalia, Zelda's offering you a drink. Show some respect as a sister-in-law. Drink up!"

"Don't worry. I'll be here keeping an eye on you," he reassured, though it was anything but comforting.

All eyes were fixed on me, and I knew I had little choice but to drink. Hiding the bitterness, I raised the glass. "I'm not feeling great today. I'll drink this and then leave. Enjoy yourselves."

I swallowed it in one go, the strong alcohol burning down my throat, making me feel sick. But I didn't let any discomfort show. Fear of vulnerability kept my demeanor steady.

But I had underestimated their vile intentions. As soon as I put the glass down, my body went limp, beyond my control. A fiery sensation surged through me, igniting chaos among everyone in the lounge.

They poured bottle after bottle of wine over me. As my clothes clung to my skin, they whistled louder. Realizing I had been drugged, I couldn't believe Nathan was part of it. I looked at him, shielding Zelda, in disbelief.

"Nathan... did you really set me up?" Nathan didn't respond, only casting a dismissive glance my way.

I clenched my fists, refusing to cry out in shame. Crawling to Nathan's feet, I grabbed his pant leg, pleading: "Nathan! Please... take me away... Please!"

Don't let me suffer this humiliation.

Zelda spoke instead: "Sis, we're friends. Just a harmless joke, don't take it seriously."

"Calm down. I went through a lot of trouble to get this drug for you—it'll be quite the adventure and wipe your memory clean. Consider it my gift for your wedding with my brother. No need to thank me!"

Nathan brushed off my hands coldly, his voice detached yet utterly crushing: "Photos are fine, poses are fine, but don't go overboard, especially keep your underwear on."

The guy who poured wine on me tugged my hair, laughing loudly, "Relax, Nate, we know the limits. After all, she's still our sis-in-law."

"Let's see some moves, you little tease!"

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8.2

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7.7

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