Chapter 110
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Melanie gently placed her hand on Denton’s shoulder, her voice as soft and sweet as a spring breeze.
“You can’t fight a woman like her head–on,” she said. “She’s hiding behind her powerful family, right? Then let’s make the things she cares about the most absolutely worthless.“”
Denton looked at her, silently signaling for her to go on.”
“We’ll use your status and influence to organize a grand charity auction,” she said, her eyes glinting with scheming malice. “Invite elites from all over the world, and make it a live–streamed, global event.”}
Denton raised a brow, still unsure where this was going.”
Seeing him puzzled, Melanie leaned in, lowering her voice as she whispered into his ear, “And then, we’ll auction off some of Sadie’s special possessions. For example, that bastard child’s heart.“”
His pupils shrank as he stared at her, stunned.}
“Oh, and let’s not forget those so–called ‘artistic‘ photos of hers,” Melanie added mockingly. “The ones taken during her ‘re–education.‘ We’ll let the world see what happens to a woman who betrays her marriage. We’ll show everyone the cost of being promiscuous, disloyal, and shameless.”
A cruel smirk slowly spread across Denton’s lips.
“Perfect,” he said, standing up abruptly. “Let’s do it. I’ll make sure she loses everything. I’ll ruin her so badly, she’ll wish she were dead.“}
News of the charity auction spread like wildfire across the globe.
Under the guise of “raising funds for underprivileged children,” Denton sent out countless invitations. With his family’s international status and his own reputation in the business world, the world’s top influencers and moguls eagerly agreed to attend.
On the day of the auction, the ballroom was dazzling, every seat filled. Major global media outlets swarmed the event, broadcasting it live to millions of viewers.
Then, flashes went off nonstop, and under the lights, Denton stood tall in a tailored black tuxedo, smiling with practiced poise as he stepped onto the stage.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, members of the press, thank you for joining us for tonight’s charity auction,” he began, his voice clear and commanding. “We’ve gathered here for a noble cause: to support children in need. And now, I present to you a few unique pieces I hope will strike a chord.”
The first item was slowly wheeled onto the stage. The moment the red cloth was lifted, the entire room erupted in gasps.\
Inside the glass container was a human heart. Suspended in formalin, its color was muted and gray, but the veins were still eerily visible./
Denton raised a laser pointer and gestured to it.”
“This item,” he said coldly, “is titled The Price of Sin. It once belonged to a pathetic life form, a bastard child born of betrayal and shame. His very existence was an insult to marriage and morality. His blood, his heart, all of it was nothing more than periance for the sins of his mother.“}
The live chat exploded with speculation as viewers tried to guess the identity of the so–called illegitimate child.
But Denton didn’t give them time to process.
“Next,” he said, as the second item was wheeled onto the stage.
It was a collection of photographs.
On the massive LED screen, one image after another flickered to life, each more disturbing than the last.
A woman appeared in the photos with her clothes torn, hair a mess, and eyes empty and broken.
In one picture, she was tied up with ropes. In another, she was lying on the ground, bloodied, with pain and humiliation written across her face.
“This collection is titled The Art of Atonement,” Denton announced. “These images capture a woman’s journey through betrayal, repentance, and punishment. They serve as a warning to the world that if you betray your marriage vows, if you choose disloyalty, this is the price you pay. And it could be a hundred times worse than what you see on screen.”
Then, raising his arm, he announced, “Now, let the bidding begin.”
