I Entered a Late-Night “Benefits” Livestream

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I accidentally clicked on an ad while browsing online, which led me to an erotic livestream.

Hidden cams were set up everywhere: toilets, bushes, even pools...

Men and women were drowning in lust, unaware that they had become someone else's entertainment.

I frowned, ready to close it when one of the hidden cams suddenly popped to the center.

The bullet comments instantly flooded the channel, filled with excitement.

[ShaveForFame! They're here!]

[God, finally! I'm ready!]

[Anyone wanna do it? Call me for a good time!]

Countless comments flew across the screen.

Then, the cam in the center started broadcasting.

A sexy lady with bunny ears was kneeling on the bed as the man behind her did everything he could to make her wild.

Neither of their faces was visible.

Apparently, they had no idea that their lustful activity had become a huge hit.

I glanced at the screen, but the next second, I froze in shock when I saw the unique stone ring on the man's hand.

It was an engagement gift, the one I gave Vincent Edwards just yesterday.

*****

I stared in disbelief, my hands trembling as I zoomed in on the revolting livestream until the familiar scar on his back came into view.

The last flicker of hope shattered into nothingness.

That scar had been etched into his skin when he shielded me beneath his body during the sudden earthquake at fifteen.

Countless nights, I had kissed that mark, my heart softening so profoundly that I had dissolved into tears.

Vincent would laugh, gathering me into his arms to soothe me:

"Don't cry. This is a medal for protecting my girl. It doesn't hurt a bit."

My phone slipped from my fingers.

The man who had once loved me more than his own life had cheated on me.

Shaking uncontrollably, I dialed his number.

On the screen, Vincent froze, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly at the sight of my name flashing on his phone.

He gestured for the woman to hush, cleared his throat, and answered, "Miss me? Still up so late?"

I said nothing.

I watched as he struggled to steady his ragged, post-desire breathing, yet refused to pull away from her.

Accusations clogged my throat.

Finally, I forced out the words.

"What are you doing?"

Impatient, the woman tore off her blindfold, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss his throat.

Vincent hesitated for a heartbeat, but didn't push her away.

I finally recognized her.

It was Rita Wood, his newly hired secretary.

I had trusted him implicitly, never sparing a second thought about such things.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined he'd stoop to this: making his employee serve him both officially and physically.

On the other end of the line, Vincent's tone was affectionate yet helpless.

"I'm stuck with a client, baby. Go to sleep. No need to wait up."

Rita wasn't satisfied.

She wrapped her legs around him again, and the room erupted in a frenzy of passion.

Stuck with a client?

More like stuck within a "client".

I couldn't endure another second.

I hung up, blocked him immediately, and reported the livestream website.

My mind whirled, refusing to settle.

Glancing around the room, I saw the doll he had knitted for me hanging by the door, our graduation photo on the nightstand, soon to be replaced by wedding portraits.

Now, everything felt absurd.

I sat numbly for hours, eventually calming down but feeling too drained to pack my bags.

Then I called my father.

"Dad, send me the files of those potential marriage partners you selected earlier."

He replied almost instantly.

I scanned the photos briefly when a noise echoed from the entrance.

It was pouring rain outside.

Vincent stood there, soaking wet, his hair dripping messily, but his eyes lit up like shining stars when he saw me.

"Why aren't you wearing slippers again? The tiles might give you a cold."

His voice was gentle, brimming with genuine concern.

I stared at my bare feet, avoiding his question.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting with a client?"

The downpour had washed away all traces.

I couldn't smell betrayal on him.

Vincent smiled wider, nodding at the window.

"There's thunder. I was worried you couldn't sleep. Besides, someone petty blocked me-work could never be more important than you."

"Don't be mad. Next time I work overtime, I'll take you with me. No more sulking alone, okay?"

As if Vincent weren't the one who'd betrayed me.

I felt a surge of confusion.

Was this lying jerk really the man I had loved with all my heart?

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze:

"Vincent, if you've fallen for someone else... just say so. We can call off the engagement."

Vincent froze in shock, then lunged forward, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe.

"Nonsense! Don't overthink. Tomorrow I'll take you to try on wedding dresses."

He clung to me as if terrified of losing me.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket buzzed.

Vincent loosened his grip, glanced at the screen, and smiled faintly.

Leaning down, he kissed my forehead.

"Did the thunder scare you? Don't worry. Go to bed and wait for me. I'll join you after a shower."

Then, he locked himself in the bathroom.

He stayed inside for fifty minutes, when he usually needed only ten minutes to rinse off.

I lay limp on the bed, feeling his arm wrap around my waist, and my heart ached sharply.

I couldn't fathom how someone could love two people at once.

If he refused to let go of either of us, I had to make sure he lost both.

Once I had made up my mind, I sat on the bed, hearing Vincent's breathing even out as he slept.

Then, I sent a text to the last man I had ever wanted to involve myself with.

The next day, Vincent kept his promise and took me to try on wedding dresses.

Noticing my low spirits, he was extra attentive, personally opening the car door and bowing slightly to assist me.

I remained silent.

As soon as I slid into the passenger seat, I noticed it had been adjusted.

Someone else had been sitting there.

I didn't need to guess to figure out it was Rita's doing.

But I couldn't be bothered with her petty provocation.

I pretended nothing was amiss, ignoring the lacy underwear hidden beneath the seat.

There were countless fish in the ocean.

I was a decent woman from a wealthy family, so why should I waste time fighting over some cheating jerk?

If he misbehaved, I only needed to replace him.

Even a shred of sadness would make me look like a fool.

Halfway there, Vincent answered a call.

I faintly heard a woman's sobs on the other end.

He glanced at the photo sent to him, his eyes darkening, his voice growing husky.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, and I nearly hit my head.

"Kelly, there's an emergency at the company. I have to go back. I'll send the driver to take you to the dress shop. I promise I'll just check things out and come right back. I won't miss your most beautiful moment."

His palms were slightly sweaty, as if he were nervous, his tone soft and persuasive.

But it wasn't a request.

And I couldn't be bothered to stop him.

I opened the car door.

"No need for the driver. The shop's not far away. I'll walk."

Not getting the protest he'd expected, surprise flickered across Vincent's face. Finally, he smiled approvingly:

"You're much more sensible than before. I'm glad," he said.

"Wait for me. I won't be late."

I didn't look back.

Instead, I walked straight into the bridal shop in my high heels, and upon seeing Dominic Wilson waiting for me, I gave him a polite smile and held out my hand.

"Shall we get married like... right now?"

Dominic froze for a split second, then reacted swiftly.

He pulled out his documents from his pocket, dragged me to the civil registry office, and finalized the formalities.

As he handed me our marriage license, the tips of his ears reddened slightly.

"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Runaway."

He handled everything in a flash, as if afraid I would regret it.

I blinked and smiled softly.

"Mr. Wilson, you'll need more practice at crashing weddings."

Dominic nodded, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

He walked me back to the bridal shop before leaving.

Only the marriage license remained in my hand, burning like fire.

A car horn blared suddenly.

Vincent leaned out of the window.

"Kelly? Why haven't you gone in yet? What are you smiling at?"

I tucked the license away casually.

"Nothing, just saw a funny meme."

The next second, the woman sitting in the passenger seat opened the door and smiled sweetly at me.

"Hello, Ms. Bolton! I'm Mr. Edwards' new secretary, Rita Wood. You can call me Rita."

A wave of revulsion washed over me.

I frowned tightly.

Never in my life had I imagined Vincent would brazenly parade her in front of me.

I felt physically sick and sneered.

"Oh, and you're already calling shotgun, huh?"

Rita shrank back, looking to him for help.

Vincent instinctively stepped over, defending her hastily.

"Come on, Kelly. I only gave her a ride. We'll leave as soon as we pick out your dress."

He added, "She gets carsick; that's why I made an exception and let her sit in the passenger seat. Otherwise, I wouldn't let anyone take your spot."

His words were earnest, his eyes carefully gauging my reaction.

Huh.

He remembered Rita's car sickness issue, but completely forgot today was my period.

Not a single word of concern came from him.

I kept a straight face and turned to try on dresses alone.

After all, I had to be absolutely stunning on my wedding day.

Vincent followed awkwardly behind me.

Every time I picked up a dress, he'd wave his hand and shout, "We'll take it. My wife looks beautiful in any style."

I looked back at him.

"Vincent, I don't need so many. One that I love is enough."

Vincent's hand froze.

He smiled as if nothing were amiss.

"It's fine. I'm happy to spoil you."

He told the clerk to pack up every dress in the store.

In the corner, Rita's eyes glistened with tears.

She hung her head and stamped her foot lightly.

With tears streaming down her face, she clung tightly to the dress I had taken a fancy to and said softly, "Mr. Edwards, I want this one."

The place fell silent for a heartbeat.

Vincent shot her a warning look, but Rita pouted and stepped forward.

I smiled amusedly and reminded her, "This dress costs at least three million dollars."

Rita bit her lower lip, staring at me defiantly.

"I know. But I believe my boyfriend loves me enough to buy it for me."

Silence stretched on.

Vincent hesitated, then stood in front of her and coaxed me gently, "Kelly, why don't we give this one to Rita? She's young and still struggling. Besides, missing one piece won't hurt; you can have all the rest."

I stared straight back at him and smiled faintly, asking, "What if I insist on this one?"

It might be my imagination, but Vincent's expression darkened slightly, even if he might not have noticed.

"Kelly, don't act like a spoiled princess."

My hands clenched into fists.

My phone buzzed violently, sending a sharp pain through my chest.

A text from an unknown number popped up with a photo:

The office was in chaos: stockings and contraceptives were scattered everywhere, and white fluid was staining the desk.

[While you're trying on wedding dresses, he and I were inseparable. Exciting, isn't it? Vincent's heart was never yours.]

I looked up.

Rita's face was full of triumph, her eyes brimming with contempt as she mouthed silently, "You can't win."

Unaware of the betrayal unfolding behind him, Vincent continued to confront me, trying to reason with me.

"Kelly, be reasonable. You've had a privileged life; you could ask for the stars and someone would fetch them for you. But Rita has nothing. Can't you pity her..."

"Vincent, you have no right to lecture me."

I coldened, suddenly tired of pretending.

I pulled out my phone, ready to show the chat records and tear off the mask of this scumbag and his mistress.

But just as I lifted my phone, the fire alarm blared.

The room descended into chaos.

Flames and smoke cascaded down from upstairs.

In the commotion, as a heavy object came crashing down, I saw Vincent reach out to me in panic.

"Kelly, no!"

A searing pain erupted in my back.

The flames burned my skin, and everything went black as I lost consciousness.

Soon after, I was rushed to the hospital.

In my daze, I heard Vincent's friend rush in, pushing him in surprise.

"What happened? Is Kelly badly hurt? You love her more than yourself. How could you let her get hurt right in front of you?"

Vincent remained silent, dabbing at the back of my hand with a damp cloth.

Staring at the burns on his arm, his friend hesitated and asked, "I heard... Rita was the closest to the fire. Why is she unharmed? Who did you save, really?!"

Vincent's voice was hoarse.

"Rita's pregnant with my child. I couldn't abandon her. But by the time I tried to save Kelly, it was too late..."

His words stunned me.

I was fully conscious, but my eyes felt too heavy to open.

I had never imagined Vincent had gotten her pregnant.

His friend fell silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

"I really don't get it. You clearly love Kelly, so why did you get involved with Rita? Do you really only see her as a toy for pleasure?"

After a long pause, Vincent's deep voice echoed.

"I don't know. I love Kelly, but... I can't live without Rita either. I found myself falling deeper and deeper."

His friend sighed again, "Aren't you afraid Kelly will find out? Knowing her temper, she'll never forgive you."

"Then I'll hide it from her forever," Vincent said coldly.

"My mother gave Rita the family heirloom bracelet when she found out she was carrying my son. I'll have to get a replica made for Kelly."

He added casually, "Besides, Kelly's had an easy life. She can still marry me openly. Rita has to stay in the shadows, so this child is my compensation to her."

My blood ran cold.

It turned out that I had been the only one kept in the dark.

Vincent and his friend were coordinating their story.

Now, all I felt was contempt.

The Edwards family's rise to power had relied entirely on the Bolton family's support.

I couldn't wait to see how he would squirm when his true colors were exposed at the wedding.

After a long time, I slowly opened my eyes.

Vincent hurried over, applying medicine to my wounds gently, as if I were a fragile treasure made of crystal.

His friend chipped in teasingly, "Kelly, you're so lucky! I'm sure you would never find another tycoon as doting as Vincent!"

I forced a shy smile.

Vincent mistook my reaction for forgiveness, and a smile tugged at his lips as he took even better care of me.

Soon, I was discharged from the hospital to attend the wedding.

It was a grand affair, attended by many prominent figures.

In the dressing room, I had just put on my wedding dress when Rita appeared in a bridesmaid's gown.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and hostility.

Vincent suddenly popped up to explain, "Kelly, Rita wants to apologize for offending you earlier. She volunteered to be your bridesmaid."

I stared at her overly elaborate bridesmaid dress and frowned.

"Since when do I need her support?"

At the end of the day, it was just his sordid desire to have both.

I was tired of dealing with this shameless pair, so I turned and left.

It didn't matter if Rita wanted to play bride.

After all, I wasn't marrying Vincent today.

*****

The wedding began.

The emcee read out the vows.

Vincent took my hand flatteringly, pulled out a ring, and coaxed me.

"We're getting married. Don't be mad anymore, okay?"

My eyes turned cold.

Then, I snatched the ring and threw it out the window.

Gasps erupted from the guests.

"Whoa, that's intense! The Boltons are calling off the wedding?"

"No way! They've always had such a good relationship. Vincent is practically the perfect boyfriend. Kelly is so arrogant; she doesn't know how to appreciate him."

Vincent froze for a moment, then roared angrily, "What do you think you're doing?"

The next second, Dominic appeared as promised.

He grabbed Vincent by the collar and slapped our marriage license on his face.

"My loving bride can do whatever pleases her."