《Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

JasmineThe background jazz music was soothing as it wafted through the large dining hall. I found myself humming along until…“Another glass of the Dom Pérignon, Madame Sterling?” the waiter asked in a thick French accent, tilting the bottle. “Mr. Sterling is delayed, but there is no reason the night cannot begin.”I looked at the empty chair across from me. Jason was forty minutes late. It wasn’t the first time, but tonight was very special to us. I really wanted to believe tonight would be different.“Yes, please,” I said, forcing a polite smile.I took a sip, the cold champagne bubbling against my throat. It tasted expensive, the kind of vintage my father used to stock by the crates in our winter estate. But I had spent three years pretending to be amazed by Jason’s upper-middle-class lifestyle, letting him believe he was introducing me to a world I couldn’t otherwise afford. It turned sour the moment I looked around the room. In the corner booth, a young couple was holding hands

JasmineThe car was still on the inside, but outside, it was the complete opposite. The rain lashed against the bulletproof windows, blurring my view of the city.And then I finally broke.The cold mask I had worn in the penthouse and on the driveway crumbled. I pulled my knees to my chest, buried my face in my hands, and let the tears come. I sobbed until my throat burned, shaking with the humiliation of the last three years.I had given that family my youth, my peace, and my dignity. I had cooked their meals, endured their insults, and let them treat me like dirt—all for a man who was screwing his stepsister while I was all by myself at an anniversary dinner date he organized for us.A box of tissues was quietly pushed into my field of vision.I looked up through blurred eyes. Marcus was sitting across from me, his posture perfectly rigid. He had been my personal bodyguard since I was seven years old. Looking at him now, he hadn’t changed a bit—same sharp, unreadable dark eyes, same

Jason“Smile, Jason,” Victoria hissed under her breath, her fingers digging into the sleeve of my tuxedo. “The cameras on the left are watching us.”I loosened my jaw, plastering a stiff, practiced smile across my face as we walked down the red carpet of the Grand Imperial Gala. Flashbulbs went off, but the atmosphere felt entirely different tonight. There was no adoring crowd. Instead, the whispers followed us like a plague.“Is that her?”“The stepsister from the livestream?”“I thought their publicist said it was an AI...”Ever since that catastrophic midnight broadcast, my PR team had been working twenty-four hours a day to scrub the internet. They had released a coordinated statement alleging that the woman in the video wasn’t Victoria at all—that it was an AI-generated smear campaign designed to sink Sterling Media’s stock. But looking at the icy side-eyes and the subtle, deliberate shifting of bodies away from us as we entered the main ballroom, it was clear the investors weren

Jasmine“To think an accolade of this caliber is being handed to a girl who probably slept her way to the top,” Eleanor scoffed. “Who even knows the truth? Mr. Vance may not even be her biological father. For all we know, she might just be his secret little mistress who has finally decided to crawl out of hiding to claim a fortune she didn’t earn.”A collective, horrified gasp rippled through the hundreds of high-society guests in the hall. The event coordinators panicked, frantically gesturing to the tech booth to cut the microphone, but Eleanor was adamant. She leaned in closer, speaking over the static as she scrambled to say everything she wanted to say before they could silence her.I stood completely rooted to the floor, my face burning with a mix of intense humiliation and rage. The blinding flashbulbs of a dozen paparazzi cameras clicked rapidly in my direction, capturing every stage of my shock.Marcus, my head of security, stepped past me, a stern look on his face.“I’ll han

JasmineI sat in the back of the armored vehicle, my eyes scanning the digital headlines flashing across my tablet. The press had spent the last eight hours tearing the Sterling name to shreds.WAR BETWEEN VANCE AND STERLING: THE BATTLE LINES ARE DRAWNFROM PAUPER TO POWERHOUSE: THE SECRET HEIRESS WHO BOUGHT A GALAIS THE VANCE HEIRESS A SPOILED PRINCESS?When the SUV pulled up to the curb of the Vance Global headquarters, the chaos outside was deafening. A wall of paparazzi and journalists slammed against the security barriers, their long camera lenses clicking. Flashbulbs reflected off the glass windows as Marcus and four other guards formed a tight shield around me, ushering me through the tall glass doors of the lobby.It was too much. The noise, the lights, the questions being thrown at me—up until now, I had lived my life safely away from the public eye.To imagine that this many people knew of me sent my brain into a spiral. I couldn’t handle corporate today. My breathing grew