Chapter 1

My wedding was just around the corner when a nude sculpture, named after me, shot to the top of the trending list.

Zooming in on the screen, every scandalous detail was glaringly clear.

I felt like I was nailed to a pillar of shame, a cold dread seeping into my bones.

My phone was practically melting down with countless strangers calling, asking how much I charged for a night.

On my way home from work, I was even dragged into the bushes by a stranger from online, who almost ripped my clothes off!

I knew it was the work of my fiancé’s childhood best friend, Chloe Davis.

Only he had left those three hickeys on my side that night.

At the police station, I screamed hysterically at Leo Sterling over the phone,

"Why did you give Chloe Davis my private photos? Why? Do you have any idea I was nearly assaulted?!"

The next second, a Maybach pulled up outside, and Leo strode in with long strides, stopping right in front of me.

His expression was cold, as if the nude sculpture going viral, as if *I*, who was nearly violated, wasn't his fiancée.

"Chloe is an artist. It’s an honor for you that she chose to depict your nude form."

"Since you weren’t successfully violated, it’s no big deal. Don't worry, to protect you, Chloe will stand in for you at the wedding next Saturday. But I'll still legally marry you; you'll still be my Mrs. Sterling."

Because of this incident, my family's image was tarnished, and our stock plummeted.

I outwardly agreed, playing along.

But the second he turned away, I sent a compressed file to a powerful, childless New York mogul.

It contained top-secret documents that could ruin Leo Sterling’s career and reputation.

"I agree to marry you, including giving you half of the Maxwell family's assets, but you have to help me take down Sterling Corp."