He Filmed Us In Bed Then Took My College Admission Chapter 04

He Filmed Us In Bed Then Took My College Admission Chapter 04

Early the next morning, I was still asleep when my bedroom door slammed open hard enough to crash against the wall.

Before I could even wake up fully, a rough hand yanked me out of bed.

I looked up and met Logan’s eyes, burning with barely contained rage. “I’ve already told you I’m just fooling around with Sierra. Why did you still do it? Would you be happy if she ends up dead?”

I stared at him in utter bewilderment, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about, when his phone came hurtling hard straight at me.

The screen was open to explicit private photos of Sierra.

Even with the important parts blurred, her body shape was unmistakable.

Her address and phone number were posted underneath.

The headline was brutally vicious: [Ingrateful gold-digging slut spreads legs for her sponsor’s boyfriend, cheap easy lay open to all takers.]

The comments section had already blown up with tens of thousands of hateful messages.

[Vile women come from poor backwaters. Poverty never stops them from throwing themselves at men.]

[A shameless slut who sleeps around with anyone she can get her hands on.]

[Headed over now, anyone coming along?]

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Logan’s face was dark. “Sierra slit her wrists because of you. She almost didn’t make it. I’ve already contacted the press. You go to the hospital to apologize to her and admit you doctored those photos out of jealousy to slander her name.”

I looked at him like he was a stranger.

“I didn’t do it. I’m not going.”

Just then, Sierra ran in out of nowhere, wearing a hospital gown, sobbing pitifully.

“Logan, forget it. Don’t blame Eliana for my sake. I’m the one who was shameless enough to fall for you. I don’t blame her for hating me. I just blame myself for not controlling my feelings.”

Logan looked at her frail, shaking body, pulled her into his arms, and looked like his heart was breaking.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Why would you blame yourself?” He turned to me, all the softness gone from his eyes, replaced by ice. “This is your last chance. Issue a public statement right now to clear things up and apologize to Sierra all over the internet.”

Sierra suddenly broke free from his arms, grabbed my hand, and started slapping her own face with it. “Eliana, I just got into Crestmont. I don’t want to ruin my future. Hit me if you want. Take all your anger out on me, even beat me to death if you want. I only beg you to let me keep my reputation intact.”

She was so strong she yanked me off balance, and I crashed into the sharp corner of the coffee table. The pain made my vision go dark.

But she let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell backward. “Ah, Eliana, don’t kick me…”

Logan caught her before she hit the ground, his eyes practically shooting flames. “Eliana, have you lost your mind? You’ll hit her right in front of me? What won’t you do?”

He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone, tapping the screen a few times.

The familiar filthy sounds started playing, and I froze. Like I’d fallen into an ice pit.

“You promised you’d delete the video if I signed the waiver. You lied to me?”

I was screaming so hard my throat burned, every inch of my heart crushed by something heavy.

Logan showed no guilt. His gaze was cold and cruel. “I gave you a chance. An eye for an eye. That’s fair.”

His finger hovered over the send button.

“No!” I squeezed my eyes shut, tears of humiliation hitting the floor. “I’ll apologize. I’ll clear her name.”

I logged into my social media account and pleaded guilty to baseless charges, admitting I had doctored photos out of jealousy to smear Sierra’s name, and posted a public apology to her.

Within several minutes, public opinion took a complete turn.

All the vicious accusations came crashing down on me instead.

Logan smiled, satisfied. “I’ll let this slide this time as a lesson. You’re going to marry me sooner or later, and I won’t have my future wife being such a spiteful woman.”

He glanced over at me sitting numbly on the floor with empty eyes, and a sudden twinge of unease swept over him, as if he was about to lose something irreplaceable.

He said, a little uneasily, “I’ll delete the video now.”

Just as he was about to do it, Sierra turned pale and collapsed in his arms. “Logan, I’m dizzy. I feel terrible…”

He had no choice but to pick her up. Right before he left, he tossed out, “Stay here and reflect on your actions. I’m taking her to the hospital first, and I’ll come check on you later.”

The door clicked shut, plunging the room into dead silence.

Ten minutes later, my phone lit up.

Soon, Logan had sent Sierra to the hospital. After a full check-up confirmed she was unharmed, he pulled out his phone to call me.

Yet the moment he unlocked the screen, he froze in utter shock.

The unedited high-definition private footage from his phone had spread wildly across every platform.

A comment underneath read: [This whore tried to run and got cornered by internet vigilantes. She drove herself into the river. The current was too strong. She’s dead. Good riddance.]