Once Betrayed, Forever Untouchable

The spreading news of Serena accepted Felix's marriage proposal, had shocked the entire entertainment circle.

Felix Marquez, with his natural smile and captivating eyes, had a natural charm that seemed to flow through him and a deep affection that lies hidden on his lipsa true playboy.

As for Serena Danish, was an unattainable beauty, haughty and graceful, like an angel came down from heaven, so enchanting that one dared not look directly at her and dared not tarnish her.

The young CEOs all over California were pounding their chests in frustration, wondering why the haughty and graceful angel was so easily snatched away by the most unreliable playboy?

The one who was most dissatisfied with the proposal marriage was Serena's adopted younger sister, Jennifer Danish.

Her personality was completely different from her sister's. She was bright and outgoing and showed no kindness whatsoever to her equally unrestrained brother-in-law.

The entire California came to congratulate them on the wedding, but Jennifer was unhappy. "That playboy, Felix, what right does he have to marry my sister!"

During their argument, a candlestick was knocked over and flames spread along the gauze curtains, whipping up half the ceiling.

The highly anticipated grand wedding ultimately ended abruptly.

Serena was always caught between the two most important people in her life and consoled herself.

One was too passionate and the other too wild but they will eventually find a way to get along.

They were her closest and dearest people after all.

Until that day when she found a pair of men's underwear under the bed. In the middle of the underwear, there were several small, yet conspicuous, cigarette holes.

Serena froze in place for a few seconds.

She disliked the smell of smoke and Felix had long since quit smoking for her sake.

The only person who allowed to enter this room and smoked was her younger sister, Jennifer.

Her fingertips felt cold and her thoughts were tangled beyond repair.

These underwear could only belong to Felix.

And those cigarette butts, one after another, burned away how much time had it taken and who dared to do such a thing so calmly?

She wanted to get to the bottom of this in front of him.

Just as she reached the private underground parking garage, she heard ambiguous voices coming from not far away.

A lump seemed to form in her throat. She looked up in the direction of the voices, only to find the car windows tightly shut and blurry silhouette clung tightly together.

Even from far away, she could recognize the two people at a glance.

The closer she got, the clearer their voices became.

"Won't she suspect something?" Her sister's voice came from inside the car. "You were so good at arguing with me and convincing."

Felix's voice followed immediately, tinged with ambiguity. "No, the better we act, the more she'll worry about us and the safer we'll be. Besides, if you hadn't made me marry her, I wouldn't have bothered acting."

Serena's heart skipped a beat.

What does it mean?

Was it Jennifer who asked him to marry her?

"Don't try to shift the blame onto me. I only said I'd bring her down from her high position, but you were the one who actually did it."

Jennifer looked up at him, her eyes burning with fervor. "You were the one who said the Danishs heiress was a presentable trophy." Serena's nails dug deep into her palms, the pain almost suffocating her.

A trophy?

Her mind buzzed like someone hit her in the head and her entire world seemed to recede back.

"So what if she's a trophy?" said Felix without hesitation, even with a hint of smugness, "Which man in the city hasn't secretly been eyeing her? Marrying her is like slapping them all in the face. Who wouldn't envy me? Who wouldn't be jealous of me? They all think I've been won over by her, but actually, it was someone else who won me over long ago."

Serena couldn't see their gazes at that moment, only the two figures extremely close to each other.

Her throat felt as if something was blocking it and she couldn't utter a sound.

Felix. Jennifer suddenly stopped laughing, her tone tinged with gloom. Dont you think shes too pure, so pure that I want to ruin her?

Serena stood in the shadows, feeling as if she had been thrown into cold water.

She never imagined, the girl she brought home, the girl she had lived with since childhood, the sister who cried while hugging her at her wedding, would say "ruin her" in such a calm, even joyful tone.

Jennifer's voice lowered, filled with deep-seated jealousy. "Do you know when I started hating her?"

"It was our dad who told me to study hard and help her in the future. Shes a girl who will have to shoulder the burden of the Danishsitll be really tough."

"I, at that moment, realized that I could do anything for her, but I would never receive the same love and affection from everyone. So I wanted to see what she would look like when she learned the truth one day."

Felix chuckled softly and responded, "Jennifer, you're even worse than me."

"Same goes for you," she said, running her hand up his chest, "You're the one who told our dad you'd love her forever. You know, how convincing you were, even I almost believed it."

Well, there was no other way. Felix chuckled lightly. Otherwise, would he entrust his daughters shares to me with peace of mind?

Serena's breath rose and fell.

No wonder her father, Stanley Danish, had been saying lately that Felix was a steady and reliable young man and had told her that he wanted to transfer some of the shares first.

She had always thought it was her father's way of acknowledging her son-in-law.

Only now did she realize it was just a trap -- a trap set from the very beginning, with her as the bait.

It felt as if someone had torn open her chest from the inside and the pain was excruciating. She slightly bent over, hoping that would ease the pain.

"Don't worry, Jennifer." Felix's voice became lazy again. "Once we get our hands on the Danishs' stuff, we can do whatever we want with them."

"Then, you can do whatever you want to her, I'll be with you."

Imagine .... Jennifer squinted. If one day everyone in California knew that the 'high-and-mighty angel' was actually just a joke being played with, wouldnt she go crazy?

Wouldnt that be even more interesting? He chuckled softly.

"I'd rather see the angel, fall from the heaven and shatter into pieces than the angel from the heaven."

The last sentence utterly crushed the one and only heiress of the Danish Family.

It felt as if someone had forcefully submerged her in water, cutting off her breath.

The ungrateful girl she brought back never treated her like a sister, she only saw the Danish Family as a stepping stone to higher places.

The marriage she had carefully cherished was just a bargaining chip on someone else's gambling table.

She suddenly straightened up.

She raised her hand, slowly releasing her fingertips, white from the force, revealing deep red, glaring nail marks on her palm.

Tears welled in her eyes, but not fall.

She, Serena, never bowed her head to anyone. Even at this moment, when her heart had been ripped out.

She suddenly became extremely calm, calm to the point of not being oneself.

Staring out the car window, she dialed the phone expressionlessly and said, "Hello, I want to report a disturbancethere's a group of people causing a commotion."

Upon seeing the police arrive, Serena briefly provided a statement before having her lawyer urgently draft a divorce agreement.

She was determined to reclaim everything the Danish Family had given Felix, with interest.

Felix returned home late at night, his meticulously styled hair now disheveled, with strands falling over his eyes. He cautiously raised his eyes, observing his wife's expression.

She pretended everything was normal, simply handing over the divorce papers. "Your secretary couldn't get through to you on the phone, so he sent the urgent documents to our home. Please sign them."

He breathed a sigh of relief and signed the document without even checking on it.

She suppressed the joy in her heart. She carefully kept the divorce agreement and then called the Danish Group to reclaim all the assets under Jennifer's name.

Transferring assets was similar to the cooling-off period for divorce, lasting one month. After that, she could completely break free from these two people.

Until then, she just needed to pretend everything was normal to avoid raising suspicions.

In the dead of night, the person beside her suddenly got up, moving so quietly yet forcefully enough to rouse Serena from her light sleep.

Felix was walking towards the bathroom.

She followed and a familiar voice broke the silence from inside the door. "You finally answered the phone."

It was Jennifer.

Serena's fingertips curled slightly.

"Still not asleep?" he asked in a deliberately low voice. "Just got out of the station and the phone keeps ringing."

Jennifer muttered. "I still haven't found out who reported us so annoying. I'm heading to the bend at the top of the mountain for a race later."

A faint metallic scraping sound followed from the bathroom, like something being fiddled with.

Serena's heart tightened.

"What are you doing?" The person on the other end of the video call had clearly heard him too, lowering its tone with a hint of amusement. "Felix, you didn't actually put it on, did you?"

He chuckled softly. "Since you're in a bad mood, I have to cheer you up, right?"

Serena was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant.

The metal restraint on the lower body.

She felt a sudden nausea in her stomach, a wave of nausea washing over her.

The person on the other end of the phone immediately burst into laughter. "Felix, are you out of your mind? Are you really using stuff from their circle?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he spoke in utterly calm tone, Didn't you say the thought of me sharing a bed with her made you feel dirty? Then I'll just make myself clean, okay?"

Serena, outside the door, finally felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

They were talking about her wedding bed, the place she had once considered the most intimate and safest place. But in their mouths, it had become some kind of sick fetish.

Jennifer was clearly in a much better mood. "I wasn't afraid of being sent to the police station today. I just found it funny that those people thought they could catch something. But the only one who was truly caught was Serena. She's such a proud person, yet she slept next to you and didn't even know what you were doing."

Another burst of laughter followed.

Each sentence stabbed Serena in the heart, deep and painful.

She couldn't bear to listen any longer, turned around and went back to bed, her thoughts churning.

Recalling the day when the news of her engagement to Felix spread, everyone was speculating why she had agreed.

Some said an ice and independent princess couldn't resist a persistent suitorFelix waited for her every day after work with 99 white roses, his unwavering persistence melting even the ice princess.

Others said that a reformed playboy was pricelesssince meeting Serena, Felix had thrown away all his nightclub VIP cards and refused a single female to get close to him. Such special treatment was beyond anyone's ability to resist.

Only Serena herself knew that she loved him not for these superficial appearances.

She had once worked three days and three nights without sleep on a case that garnered nationwide attention, until Felix forcefully dragged her into the rest room and asked, "Serena, are you made of iron?"

His usually nonchalant face was now filled with seriousness. "Everyone sees you as an angel, assuming you can do everything effortlessly. But I know you're not an angel, you're a human. You can be tired, imperfect and occasionally rely on others, like me."

Just then, she completely lowered her guard against him.

From childhood to adulthood, she had been admired, envied and held up as a role model, but no one had ever asked her if she was tired or if she wanted to take a break.

Only him could gently peel away the glamorous exterior polished by the world, revealing the weariness beneath, the longing for someone to share her burdens.

Serena was convinced that he was the man she could entrust her life to.

But little did she expect that it was all a deception, an illusion.

With another calm, quiet move, Felix lay back down on the bed.

Smelling the unique scent of his cologne, her anger burned even bigger. She sat up abruptly and slapped him across the face.

Felix was stunned by the slap, tilting his head to look at his wife with a fleeting look of inquiry in his eyes. Serena, what's wrong?

"Ah, I was dreaming." She lied calmly, "Dreaming that you broke my favorite vase."

His tense shoulders slowly relaxed and he raised his hand to rub her cheek. "Then I deserved it, but go easy on me next time, don't hit my face. It'll ruin my handsome image."

His fingertips were warm and his actions were as intimate and natural as ever, as if he wasn't the one coaxing another woman in the bathroom with a low, husky voice.

Serena had intended to push him away, but instead leaned in, though the warmth in her eyes slowly colder.

As dawn broke, her mobile phone buzzed againit was Jennifer.

The person on the other end of the phone said in a tearful voice, "Serena, I was in a bad mood last night and was speeding a bit, crashing the Rolls-Royce Grandpa left us. You'd better hurry back to the Danishs' manor right now with your husband."

Serena's mind instantly cleared.

That Rolls-Royce was a limited edition from last century, meticulously preserved and maintained to this day, making its value incalculable.

Not to mention its license platethe unique number 1 in the entire citya symbol of the Danish Familys status.

Most importantly, it was my grandfathers legacy, a cherished remembrance left for the entire family.

She frowned, about to scold her, when Felix handed over his coat and said, "Let's go back to the Danishs' manor."

In just a few minutes later, they arrived.

Before Jennifer could say a word in front of her parents, Felix spoke up first, "Dad, it's my fault for not reminding Serena. She drank last night and I couldn't stop her."

Stanley slammed the table hard, unable to control his anger and exploded. "Nonsense! Don't you have any idea what kind of car is that? It's your grandpa's legacy! You dared to drive that car after drinking! What do you take the Danishs for?"

Jennifer stood to the side with her head down, as if nothing had anything to do with her.

Serena froze on the spot, then protested, "It wasn't me, it was Jennifer! I would never do such a thing!" Stanley, enraged, suddenly raised his hand.

A loud slap echoed in the living room.

Serena's face was turned to the side by the slap and half of her ear rang. It was the first time her father had ever hit her.

Your husband and your sister have always been at odds. If it really was Jennifer who did it, why would Felix falsely accuse you! You actually want to falsely accuse your sister!

I didnt make a false accusation! We can check the surveillance footage.

Seeing that Stanley's expression softened somewhat, Felix spoke again, Dad, if we check on the footage, this matter will inevitably leak out. The Danishs will be the laughingstock of the entire California.

Syanley sat back down in his chair and slowly took a sip of tea, saying, "You're right, Felix. I will cover up the car incident. But punishment is inevitable. Serena, go to the memorial hall, kneel down and sincerely apologize to your granpa for the mistake you did last night."

The memorial hall was underground, cold and damp.

Serena had been cherished by her parents since childhood and rarely came there.

Her fingertips slowly tightened, grinding against the cold edge of her wedding ring.

Last night, when she wrote the divorce agreement in her study, she simply wanted to reclaim everything that belonged to her, one by one and then leave gracefully.

But today, she was slapped in public, misunderstood by her closest person and had her name used to cover up the shame of others.

She suddenly felt that divorce was far from enough.

She also wanted her sister and her husband to taste the bitterness of utter disgrace.

Felix came just as she was about to leave the memorial hall. His voice was gentle. "Serena, you just knelt down in the memorial hall. If it was Jennifer, she would definitely lose half of her life. I know you love your little sister the most, so I lied for you. You won't blame me, will you?"

She lowered her eyes. If it were before, she definitely wouldn't have cared about this matter. She might even have pretended it was her doing, sparing Jennifer from punishment and even have thanked Felix.

But now

Seeing Serena gave no answer, Jennifer, who was following behind her husband, immediately caught up and pitifully said, "Serena, I was wrong. You can scold me or hit me however you want. I've put on a sculpture exhibition for this, which also has a statue based on you, as a special apology to you."

Apology?

She smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She wanted to see clearly just how far they were going to push her.

The marble statue in the center of the sculpture exhibition, with exquisite lines to the point where every inch of the skin's curvature was impeccable, was none other than Serena.

But the statue was completely naked, illuminated from head to toe by the spotlight!

Serena felt as if something was stuck in her throat, unable to move or speak.

The people around her gasped softly.

"With that figure, no wonder all the men in California were heartbroken when Serena got married."

"I heard she's quite aloof. I never expected her to be willing to be a nude model."

The smile and ambiguity were barely concealed.

Serena felt as if she had been stripped naked in public, standing here alone.

The stares around her felt like quicksand, slowly drowning her.

Memories flooded backback when she still considered Jennifer her closest sister.

Hearing that she couldn't find a suitable model, Serena would postpone her meetings to stay with her.

When she was coaxed into taking off her clothes, she felt she was being sentimental. It was clearly for art.

She thought it was out of sisterly affection, but it turned out Jennifer had lied to her once again.

How could she be so stupid as to treat this bitch like a real sister?

Looking around, all she could see were sculptures of herself.

Most of them were naked, completely, in various poses.

Jennifer's skills were excellent and having lived with her for so many years, each sculpture was incredibly lifelike.

Serena felt a nausea rising in her stomach. She searched everywhere for Jennifer, wanting to confront her in person, but her gaze was drawn to another sculpture.

It was half leaning on the armrest of the sofa, with the head slightly tilted back, the lips slightly parted and the eyes slightly reddened.

Her throat tightened.

That was the expression only appeared on certain undisclosed moments.

Only one person had ever seen it.

Only the person lying on top of her had the chance to look down and see her in such a state of loss of control.

Felix.

Why did it appear here?

She almost instinctively raised her head and looked at the display label beside her. [Action Reference: Private Image.]

She felt a cold hand gripping her heart tightly.

On those nights, the man held a camera and pestered her, saying, "Serena, you're so beautiful, I'll keep a memento."

She initially refused.

However, he kissed her ear and whispered coaxingly. "Just once, I swear, I'll never show it to anyone else."

She eventually believed him.

Closed her eyes and pretended not to see the flickering red light. All the tenderness and trust she had given him were now crushed into a cold, hard stone, leaving for others to judge.

Someone chuckled and said, "That's quite a daring position."

"So Ms. Danish is quite the player in bed."

What high-and-mighty lady? She mustve been trained by countless men to become like this.

Laughter poured over her like buckets of dirty water from all directions.

Her gaze met Felix's. He strode over and pressed her shoulder. "Serena, listen. Your sister said she needs some references for dynamic movements and I thought you'd agree since you always dote on her the most."

Serena looked up, her eyes bloodshot. "You're losing your mind!"

He frowned, his well-hidden cynical playboy demeanor resurfacing. "Serena, stop being so sentimental, okay? It's art. People are appreciating your beauty, nothing else ...."

Before he could finish speaking, she slapped him in the face!