He Used Our Sex Tape To Blackmail Me Out Of Harvard Chapter 02
The year I turned eight, my parents divorced, and I was left in the care of a father who was always away on business.
The nanny hired to look after me squandered every cent he left behind, then tried to sell me off.
It was Preston who saved me—dragged nearly a hundred yards behind a black SUV, half dead by the time it was over.
He was barely breathing, but before he lost consciousness, he still remembered to cover my trembling eyes.
“My little moon, don’t look. I won’t die. I’m going to protect you for the rest of your life.”
The light I had once believed would save me.
Ten years later, it had become the blade through my heart.
Seeing I wasn’t going to speak, Preston pulled a document from the nightstand.
He pressed a pen into my hand, then wrapped his arms around me from behind with a smile. “The authorization to withdraw your Harvard application. Be a good girl. Sign it.”
The obscene sounds from his phone were still looping in the background. Preston watched with obvious enjoyment. “Baby’s got such a nice body. And makes the sweetest sounds.”
I was shaking all over, biting the inside of my mouth until it filled with blood—I couldn’t tell anymore whether it was rage or grief.
Finally I choked down tears salted with bitterness and rasped, “I’ll sign. Delete the video.”
“Of course. Anything Baby doesn’t like—your husband promises to wipe it clean.”
His phone rang. On the screen: “Sweetie 💋.”
Preston didn’t answer. He pulled on his pants, picked up the signed document, and before he left, he pressed a kiss to my temple.
“That’s my girl.”
I watched his retreating back, sitting frozen for a long time.
Only when my tears had run themselves numb did I dial a familiar number.
“Mom. I’ll do what you said. I’m coming to you.”
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