Orphan to Unbreakable Queen novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466

As the most high–profile and influential star in the whole crew, everyone wanted to cozy up to Trevor at din

after drink

“Trevor, do you need to rest? I’ll set a room. We can leave once everyone’s done partying, Marc suggested.

and he ended up downing drink

Trevor nodded. After getting him settled into the prepared room, Marr finally pulled out his phone and sent a message: [All set]

Early the next morning, Trevor opened his eyes and instantly felt that something was wrong. He’d blacked out from drinking. He remembered Marc, the third male lead, had taken him to a room. But after that? Nothing. It was all a blank.

Trevor sat up, rubbing his forehead. He was completely naked. There was no obvious sign of what had happened, but he was certain he hadn’t been nearly this drunk before Mare brought him here. His phone on the nightstand suddenly chimed.

There were several pictures, along with a text from someone: [Did you enjoy yourself last night?]

The screen lit up, and the photos that greeted him made his eyes widen in disbelief. There were more than a dozen pictures. Some were just him, and some with a woman whose face was hidden. Every detail was crystal clear, leaving no room for doubt. Nothing was staged. The pictures seemed Jegit.

Trevor’s temples throbbed as he quickly typed back: [How much do you want?]

[You’re pretty sharp. Looks like I don’t need to send these wild shots. One million and I’m gone for good. Not a bad trade for you, right?]

Trevor sighed helplessly and replied: [The money will hit your account soon. But if these photos ended up in someone else’s hands, you know who I am. It won’t be hard for me to track you down.]

[Relax, we’re professionals. As long as you pay, that’s all we care about.]

The so–called professional barely finished talking about her “ethics” before she bundled up the photos and sent the whole batch off to another person. When she saw the extra cash in her account, her grin was wide. In her line of work, professionalism meant one thing: whoever paid was God, and whatever God wanted, she delivered–no questions asked.

Aubree glanced at the zip file she’d just received. She didn’t even bother opening it. She didn’t want to scar her eyes. Instead, she casually forwarded it to an account she hadn’t messaged in ages. ‘Let this be the last time I help you. So, marrying into the Wilson family–was this really what you wanted?‘ she thought.

The message ended up in Sophia’s inbox. The moment Sophia opened the zip file, it felt as if her whole world collapsed.

She’d betrayed Aubree at the very last moment, just as she’d planned. Once she married Trevor, he’d have no choice but to put on a show and act like the doting husband for a while, even if it was all fake.

With someone like Trevor, there was no way he could keep himself reined in for that long without slipping up. And honestly, even at her worst, Sophia still had the looks and the body to tempt any man. All she needed was to get pregnant during this period. After that, nothing else would

matter.

As long as her child could secure a share of the Wilson family fortune, she’d have nothing to worry about. But there was one thing Sophia had never accounted for: after her last miscarriage, she’d lost the ability to have children. Already on edge, seeing those photos was her last straw.

She had given everything, only to end up with a fake, glamorous life as a wealthy wife. It felt like she only waited for Trevor to eventually send her back to where she started.

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