Washington City
A disheveled, hunchbacked woman named Helena Hamilton wandered through the bustling city streets before gradually making her way into an upscale hotel.
She moved like a walking corpse.
A hotel staff member named Clementine quickly intercepted her. “Miss, this is the finest five-star hotel in Washington. Ordinary people can’t just walk in. Please leave.”
Without a word, Helena pulled out a gleaming gold invitation. “I’m here for the wedding.”
And so, she slowly stepped into the lavish wedding venue. The grand banquet hall was filled with high-society elites and famous celebrities, yet the moment they noticed her disheveled state, they instinctively kept their distance. Disgust and scorn filled their eyes.
"Why did she come looking like that?"
"She’s the youngest daughter of the Hamilton Group. Even though the Hamilton family collapsed, she shouldn’t humiliate herself like this."
"Maybe she still can’t accept that Mr. Quentin abandoned her? Does she really think we don’t know what she did? No decent man would ever want a woman like that!"
"Exactly! Daphne Flair is beautiful and kind-hearted. She’s done so much charity work, and she’s the reigning queen of the film industry! You can’t even compare her to... that mess."
The bride, upon spotting Helena, hurriedly stepped down from the stage as if to greet her. But before she could take Helena’s hand, the groom, Quentin Flair, swiftly blocked her path.
"Daphne, don’t touch that filthy woman. You’ll tarnish yourself!"
Standing protectively in front of Daphne, Quentin glared at Helena with undisguised disdain. "Helena, what are you doing here? Let me make this clear—we have nothing to do with each other anymore. The moment you accepted money from another man in college—when you sold yourself—our engagement was over."
"Don’t cause a scene, or I won’t let this slide!"
The harsh sting of Quentin’s words echoed in Helena’s ears. The extravagant wedding, the groom’s hostility, the judgmental whispers of the guests—everything felt like a nightmarish déjà vu.
But this time, Helena wasn’t going to stand there and take it.
"Quentin, how about we make things more interesting?" she mused, her lips curling into a smirk. Though her eyes were dull and shadowed, they carried a cold, piercing sharpness.
Quentin’s expression darkened. He looked at her as if she were nothing more than a nuisance. "I’m not interested. Someone, throw this cheap woman out!"
Helena merely tightened her grip on the small remote control in her hand. Then, with a single press of a button—
A video began playing on the giant screen.
The entire banquet hall fell silent as all eyes were drawn to the footage.
On-screen, a breathtakingly beautiful woman slowly undressed, her sultry movements carrying an undeniable allure. She stepped toward a man in a black suit—one who exuded authority and power.
The woman then wrapped her arms around him from behind, her voice dripping with longing.
"Uncle Elias Lockwood, I like you. I like you so much. Now that Helena is gone, she doesn’t deserve your love. She’s fallen into disgrace, trampled on by countless people—filthy and unworthy of you."
"But I’m different. I’m pure. I’m virtuous. I want to give you my first time. Will you accept it?"
The guests gasped.
The familiar voice. The familiar face.
The room erupted into chaos.
This… this was far more scandalous than anything they had expected!