He Sold My Shame, Now He Pays the Price

My agency signed me up for a series of explicit films, insisting I blur the line between acting and reality.

When a risqué clip of mine leaked, I found myself at the center of a media storm. My boyfriend, Colin Jackman, had handled it all for me.

However, I overheard Colin's voice saying on set, "We've stirred up enough buzz domestically. Next, we're hitting the international market. The whole world needs to see Amelia's perfect little pair."

A bunch of people burst out laughing right after.

They were all sitting together, watching the leaked footage of me.

Then someone nearby hesitantly spoke up. "Mr. Jackman, you specifically asked Amelia to shoot that and then leaked it yourself. Isn't that kind of cruel to her?"

Colin's voice cut through, "Amelia's a top-tier star. With her doing the explicit scenes, we can boost Miley's fame through this project."

"Amelia handles the sex appeal. Miley covers the romance. It's a great opportunity for Miley Murray. It makes her innocence stand out even more."

Someone nearby joked, "Aren't you afraid Amelia will dump you if she finds out what you're doing behind her back? What if she walks off the set?"

Colin crossed his legs as he watched the footage. "She wouldn't dare. The whole world has seen her naked now. Who else would want her beside me? I could tell her to sell herself and she'd have to."

"Besides, can she afford such a high penalty for breach of contract?"

Someone else snickered sleazily. "Mr. Jackman, once you're done with her, let your bros have a turn too. Don't just let us look; we wanna feel what she's like, too."

Next, I heard Miley's whiny voice. "Colin, those moves are way too explicit. How can Amelia even do that? I was too scared to watch."

The room echoed with the sounds from the footage, my broken, painful, scared and a little bit of rapid panting.

When I heard all of this, tears streamed down my face.

I immediately texted my brother, who was overseas.

[Bro, can you send me a little money?]

[I'm done being reckless. I want to come home.]

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"Post this one today, a shot of Amelia's 'bubbies.'"

Colin pointed at the camera, speaking to the crew.

The staff started taking screenshots.

Colin then pointed at the screen again, "And this bareback shot is really sensual."

"Angle the legs like this, too."

"Throw in a few short clips as a bonus. Tsk, tsk, look at her being such a slut."

A staff member seemed unsure, "Colin, is this really, okay? Amelia's career is truly taking off. If we release these photos online, it'll definitely hurt her reputation."

Colin smirked, eyes full of contempt.

"You don't get it. We need buzz before the movie's out. Amelia brings in traffic. These clips will shine more spotlight on Miley."

The crew nodded reluctantly. "But Colin, if Amelia finds out you pushed her into this role, won't she be furious?"

Colin scoffed. "She wouldn't dare."

"She's already filmed this kind of movie. The whole world has seen her naked. Who else would want this trash beside me?"

"Forget about me making her film to promote Miley. Even if I told her to clean up after Miley, she'd have to do it."

After I heard this, tears flowed down my cheeks like beads from a broken string. I bit my lips tightly and my nails sank deeply into my palms, almost pinching blood.

Colin and I had been together for six years. When I first met him, I was still a student.

He pursued me relentlessly. Later, before I even graduated, I landed some amazing projects, all thanks to Colin's help. He had always been my behind-the-scenes producer, tailoring many classic works just for me.